Poetry: The First Cold Breath

Poetry: The First Cold Breath

The first cold breath of wintercomes like an owl at nightthe silent swoop of speckled wingsthe joyful hoots of flightThe cold descends upon youa shroud that you will wearthe chill of bones and whitest breaththe cross that you will bearThe cold will cull the summer budstill their rhythm fades to blackthe snows suppressing wondrous songtill [...]