Monochrome

Winter through my window
Is a monochrome
Dark branches
And dark rooves.

The silverness of birches
Leafless
Between the forest
And the marsh.

In the far north
They say
The voices of lost souls
Whisper through
The silver leaves
Of springtime birches.

Today they are leafless
Waiting on the northern wind
To rattle their branches
And bring the silencing
Of snow.

JL Jan 17 14:28