The beginning to a poem, that hasn't quite ended itself yet. I will finish it when it completes itself. Until then, I call it,"Between Seasons":

winter exhaled
her breath froze my roots
paralyzing all color
paralyzing all fruit

winter robbed my branch
she blinded leaves asleep
deep, dark they fell
naked I weep

naked as ice:
frigid, scattered, rigid, shattered

bare branches bend
a starry-eyed skeleton
glass skin
artic within

winter made solid my blood
ceased flowing
numb heart
dry flood

weak-kneed I wander
withered I wait

wait
for tears to melt soil
wait
for roots be found loyal...