Winter

Winter's fingers shine with blood
The droplets frozen hard
As if beneath rest vibrant buds
Prepared to bloom like stars

Adorned with pearls of darkest hue
Yet how they dance and shine
Upon the snowy skin of Winter,
Spiderwebs of wine

The lonely cold of winter's voice
Strange residue of life
Haunts empty spaces full of air
And whirls about the sky

The faint desire for something more
Or longing for what's gone
Flows from the distant bloody hands
And writes out Winter's song