Winter Memories

Bare, chill, dark against the greying sky
Stick figure skeletons swaying in the wind
Long misshapen fingers reaching through the mist towards
Freezing rain falling through frigid air towards
The ground made paper rustling trashy heap of leaves
Moldy and coldly crunching under foot
I walk through winter’s wood wishing for warmth
And finding only your painful disdainful disregard
And memories of holy innocence

~ C. Eric Funston, 28 December 2015