of barren branches and snow
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empty skeletons. soft murmurs. budding hope.

of barren branches and snow

empty skeletons.

that's what the trees are,

that's what the trees are, stripped naked of their green proliferation,

that's what the trees are, stripped naked of their green proliferation, shaky thin fingers reaching tentatively

that's what the trees are, stripped naked of their green proliferation, shaky thin fingers reaching tentatively towards a gray sky

that's what the trees are, stripped naked of their green proliferation, shaky thin fingers reaching tentatively towards a gray sky coated in a layer of nature's anger

the winds taunt,

the winds taunt, stirring the withering leaves

the winds taunt, stirring the withering leaves that litter a frosty ground,

flowing with glacial ease

flowing with glacial ease through the branches that curl in,

flowing with glacial ease through the branches that curl in, as if to protect against the chill

soft murmurs.

the trees hear voices,

the trees hear voices, friendly rustling like the birdsong melodies

the trees hear voices, friendly rustling like the birdsong melodies that play around your ears,

the trees hear voices, friendly rustling like the birdsong melodies that play around your ears, annoying yet dear,

the trees hear voices, friendly rustling like the birdsong melodies that play around your ears, annoying yet dear, the notes that keep you placing one step

the trees hear voices, friendly rustling like the birdsong melodies that play around your ears, annoying yet dear, the notes that keep you placing one step in front of the other

the words promise warmth,

the words promise warmth, a quiet assurance

the words promise warmth, a quiet assurance that spring is waiting to break across the snow-capped mountains

the words promise warmth, a quiet assurance that spring is waiting to break across the snow-capped mountains jutting through an icy horizon,

the words promise warmth, a quiet assurance that spring is waiting to break across the snow-capped mountains jutting through an icy horizon, soon to be fire

budding hope.

it stirs the tears

it stirs the tears that had been frozen on unmoving faces,

it stirs the tears that had been frozen on unmoving faces, and slowly,

it stirs the tears that had been frozen on unmoving faces, and slowly, they make the long-awaited journey

down red-tinted cheeks,

down red-tinted cheeks, falling upon grass

down red-tinted cheeks, falling upon grass that's being painted green

the shadows that screamed frost

the shadows that screamed frost are cowering,

the shadows that screamed frost are cowering, disguise torn away by the first of sunlight,

the shadows that screamed frost are cowering, disguise torn away by the first of sunlight, awaiting their turn to whisper thoughts of darkness,

the shadows that screamed frost are cowering, disguise torn away by the first of sunlight, awaiting their turn to whisper thoughts of darkness, because they were nothing

but liars

written by: diana

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