Winter
Gnarled arthritic fingers, Puncture brown dead crust. The crow caws, Eerie silence. The gravestone, Grey, brittle, brown moss. Watery skies, Only the moon. Frigid frost, Mist of tears. Nothing stirs, Nothing moves.
Literature
Gnarled arthritic fingers, Puncture brown dead crust. The crow caws, Eerie silence. The gravestone, Grey, brittle, brown moss. Watery skies, Only the moon. Frigid frost, Mist of tears. Nothing stirs, Nothing moves.