Cinerous Drops of November Rain.

Feel your footsteps navigate its essence...
As they caress the white powder beneath your feet.
The falling flakes, the crunching branches.
Feel the sound of the trees, whispers make you complete.

The sun cutting through leaves, to sting your numbed face.
Its welcoming warmth leaves you ever so vulnerable.
Let the forest pierce you down so softly...
A silent sincerity normally unattainable.

Dipped hands in the water, as they turn all about.
Conjuring black ripples that spread to the edge.
The breeze of the night, breaks the sweat on your brow.
And all that was once alive in the light, is now dead.

In a momentous seclusion, the forest grows dense.
Putting on its cloak of darkness, bundling down for the dawn.
You do the same as well, and prepare a staked tent...
Trusting the midnight forest and its boreal arms.