winter awaits

a poem

The boughs whisper songs to the birds
in the middle of the night where blue snow swirls
No explanation or devotion can break the curse
of the wavering voices of the girls

Those who trespass the border of boredom
are enchanted by the lights that show the way
through the trees and flowers undressed by the season’s
taste of mockery and beauty

Are you weary seeing the foxes’ prints
their swift slyness stamped in the soft carpet
Will you walk through the forest knowing
you will lose your orientation of the moon

She smiles soberly over our heads
She knows what lies ahead
that fated illness makes us sicker
with hours that tick and slow

Night is coming;
the forest is waiting
for your steps to quieten
She awaits for you
to unravel her

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I used a poem prompt by the talented

holls

, namely “walking through a forest in winter”. I hope you, as a reader and enjoyer of all kinds of writing, enjoy this poem. Let me know what you think in the comments! (I am always open to receiving constructive feedback)