Poem #13 · 4:23pm Jan 17th, 2017
The Winter Night (Previously: The Winter Sleep) (13)
I walk in the woods on a cold winter night,
Wind blows in the trees, and light soon fades from sight,
Clutching my chest in closed arms my teeth chatter,
Night fallen, snow underneath, clothes tattered,
I look for a place to rest, but I know I can't,
The wind is harsh, and the forest silent.
I trudge on for some warm fire,
The seconds turn to minutes, and the minutes to hours.
Slowly, I come to a stop to rest.