Her winds are cold
cutting through the night air
Lifting the last leaves fallen from desolate trees
They dance as if alive
Just toys in her hands
trick of the eye
It hurts a little when I breathe
cold air through my lungs seeps
I find beauty in these negative spaces
Nothing as soulful as rain drops drumming on a roof
I shiver as her invisible fingers chill my skin
The world could be empty
Peace within
SJOHNS
