The Slowness Of Winter When all the trees have dropped their fruit and larvae burrow through When all the starlings bellies are full and pigs boozy breath mists in the air When scarred and tangled branches crack heaving to sprout anew When forest floors are draped in crunchy blankets where cold toes never dare When stars light the pin pricked sky, and the dawn sun wars the chill When waters fluid dominion forgets its motion and surrenders to the still When man and beast are equals in the fight for #life and soul When the treacle dark of night pours over the obscured horizons bowl When is winter, cold yet sweet, savoured through the toil Persephones touch long forgotten in the barren of the land Today is when acorns slumber enrobed in fertile soil Tomorrow is when the trees emerge green shoots and buds in hand But now is where time stands steady, slow, yet surging on Creeping forward day to night, knowing that it's won