In the frost it lies

Under the white blanketunder the starry skiesThe frozen twigin the frost it lies drop of the dying treefrozen dry of the life sapYet carrying the snowon its selfless back Awaiting the inevitable end,trampled by an unknowing bootSplintering into manyinto the dust and soot Seeping into the melting iceflowing into the soilCarrying its essence,in its lastContinue reading “In the frost it lies”