A WINTERS TALE
In the evening
The early morning
This small world
Exists in silence
Just the wind
The snow envelops
All lights & this city
And the earth
Has momentarily
Ceased
Traveled back in
Time before man
Ran the show
The trees
Don’t seem
To care
I breathe in
The dark and
Breathe out
The daylight
And the earth
Returns again
Awakes to
The sounds of
Birds, machinery
And church bells
Perhaps
This is the
Closest we ever
Get to heaven
Perhaps
These are
The last moments
Of a sacred God
Who is no longer
Aware