blue morning

the white eagle of the north is flying overhead…

winter skies threaten an early death…

all the little denizens of my sorrow are strangely quiet…

they cower and wait in fear of something…

they know whats coming…

they fear the change…

and soon there will be change…

winter will come like the thing god unleashed on Egypt to kill the first born…

summer is at its end and the sweet peace of pure white will blanket the world…

the biting shriek of the eagles voice will bite our skin to the bone and the embers of life will fade…

night comes too soon and grey hides the truth…

as new life will come from death…