Branches bare

Black and white print

Cloud covered blanket

Adds shadow over tint

 

The frozen ground

Unpliable and plastic

Threatening, overhead

Dropping white static

 

The Sun feels its age

Winter owns this place

The warmth of my body

Versus the freeze of outer-space

 

I shiver in a fit

I breathe as a dragon

Red/Blue and swollen dead

I’m wintering, a cold cannon