The Garden of Winter

In this winter garden
Everything is silent.
Still ground, sleeping trees,
Frozen in space, frozen in time.

The water is calm
And as black as the night
Sparkling and cold
Yet un-barren.

Blue skin
Cold eyes look up
And search the tree-line
Thin layers of frost
Cover and seal my lips

In this garden of winter
I am the silence,
The lack of sound
Hushed whispers
And lonely footsteps

In this white garden
I make new friends
Beautiful and cold.
Will cry their life away
Until they are no more
Spilled on to the grass

In this garden of cold,
Nothing rules here
Except for frost and ice
The coldness and winds
Will never change.

Sound is still
And time is broken.

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