The cold, hard, ground engulfs your bones,
Seek the warmth,
For she is ready to take your breath.
The winter has descended and my time has come, sweeping the lands I seek. I follow waiting for a glimmer of descent. Human extremes and mistakes a seek.
A lonely soul, lost on the moors, trembling with frozen fear. Stay close, I will numb, seeping deep within. Light fading as the warmth recedes.
© 2020 L Jeffrey – Hob Hill