a thing of no words (Poem)

A weary, wintry walk throughThese bare and fruitless treesReveals that something lingersOn the harsh and biting breezeThe senses can’t describe itThough the gut, it knows it wellIt offers no descriptionNo sight, no taste, no smellBony, twisty fingers reach upTo heaven’s rotting gateBest to step lightly here, friendOr meet a wicked fateA quick, cursory glance behindRevealsContinue reading “a thing of no words (Poem)”