Nature’s Breath | Sandra Henry

Winter’s cold silence
coats the slumbering trees
in a grey stillness.
Nature’s breath lingers
like a dull haze
hanging in the chilly air.
Droplets of ice form
like crystal beads
hanging from the branches’ tips.
Not a sound is heard
nor is anything stirring
in the frozen calm.
Breathe in this icy peace
For soon it will melt and seep back
into the pulsing veins of life.