The snow is relentless while the wind plays
a relentless tug of war amongst the pine boughs
and the lichen still weighs heavy on the naked
branches of a Winter tree sleeping soundly
for no one is waking, no colors calling time out
in the midst of gray, overcast skies devoid of blue
there is no music from the chorus of songbirds
no not even the noisy caws of blackbirds annoy
there is no restlessness except in one’s heart
where no golden hued rays of sun penetrate
only whispers of sullen notes of music not played
the darkest of which are sly demons before dawn
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