Winter's Song

A stillness rest its furrowed brow
Neath the wings of an old hoot owl
Eerie speaks a wanderer's thought
Tween the branches the wind has caught

Winter's soul hath cast its breath
Into the heart of yesterday's death
A chilling day intwined in song
Knowing this season won't be long

Its leaves no longer filled with life
Grounded forever in its strife
Until the offspring bares its soul
Unto the limbs their buds unfold