Icy Wind Poem by Eric Maffettone

With black petals surrounding thee, in open swarms of falling leaves, the blistering cold and jagged thorns, hold me still to break away. The life around me slowly dies, I shatter, break, and wither dry. The trees fall down, and the grass goes blue, I freeze to nothing, a living statue. With no life left, and no way to move on, I stay in my slumber until the day of new dawn. The coffin holds, but will it rot? The ice blue wind will judge me not.