The grey skies

spread; a death shroud

blanketing the once vivid

world. Skeletal remains

desperately reaching

for another's life. Silence shakes

the day like the still

of night. Cold months

will melt, new life

will grow.

The howling wind

cries; the tears fall

in gentle flakes to quiet

sobs. Frozen pieces

of light reflect and roll

away. The pale goddess

sleeps; the bright child

waits. Still and silent

weeks give way

to the new day.