Winter’s Grip

The once green meadow
Covered in a fresh blanket of snow
The songbirds silent
Long gone from this place
A wintry howl is carried upon the wind
As a lone wolf cries unto his people
The icy breeze obscures the moon
A wintry haze distorting soft light
I sit there waiting for spring
Waiting for the warm rays of April
The rebirth
Of all things wonderful