Gray skies frown from above,
Watching the sparse, frozen ground
Scattered with ice, snow and salt:
The remnants of a winter storm past.

A fallen tree lies among the ice
Branches sagging under the weight
Of Death, threatening to overtake.

A snowflake falls,
Small and delicate
Swirling through the air
To settle on the branches
Of Death’s tree.

It begins a trend
With more following suit
All flying through the cold air
Drifting on the wind gusts
And landing softly, silently,
Next to the first,
Blanketing the tree
Death has claimed
And covering the evidence
Of darkness from the world.