Lonely Winters

A chilly breeze whips bare trees,
Traces in the pure white ground.
Some cold nips at hidden skin,
And loneliness is abound.

No birds out to chirp and sing,
Fish are trapped under ice sheets.
Bears are sleeping underground,
There's no skunks to haunt the streets.

Flowers hidden under dirt,
Short grass laying beneath snow.
We know leaves have been long gone,
So all the green is below.

With nothing crossing my path,
It's like I'm the only one left.
Coldness overtakes it all,
Here, I am alone; bereft.