Worn Down Days Of Winter Poem by M.L. Emmett

In the worn-down days of winter
the night sinks early
in mallee rooted smoke

The days seep slowly
from frosted whites
to saturate with green

The tattered shreds of cloud
are barely held together
by pins of light

A bolt of grey chiffon
has rolled across
the counter of the sky

Riding the tides of wind
wild writhing trees
are waves of unleashed energy

Hailstones
like iced pearl drop
and smash to earth granita