Winter

The sunlight, choked by the thickening darkness
Sets upon the vastness of the monochrome landscape.
The fields rush forward before me
As if to grasp what little warmth there is left
The wind blows softly,
Like a hand to caress the sole shadow
Standing before the barren beauty
Of the icy plains;
My only company
A tree, bereft of leaves
Off in the distance.
The light begins to wane quicker than before,
and the cold winds blow upon me once more
As I welcome the winter night;
Reflection of my soul.