Winter Poem by Smoky Hoss

The high-wires on telephone poles
are covered in sleepy snow;
the passing electricity
moves through them quietly and slow -

A bird upon a limb alone
sits motionless without a song;
awaiting just one more snowflake to fall
the last leaf reverently refuses to be gone -

Clouds above it all linger in a mist
as if the chilled breath of loves last kiss;
darkness, gazes down upon the earth
wrapped in a blanket of bitter coldness -

Natures annual treason
found in this the final season;
to glorify Spring
must be it's true purpose, and reason -