In a phosphorescent flash

The world is captured

And frozen in stark white

And glaring yellow gold

The trees are glistening

And their carved bark is metal

Like burnished armour

Beneath the sherry-red sky

Standing guard against

The throaty howls

Of a coming jealous wind

That wants to tear us

From mother earth’s arms

And fling us into the storm

Where we might be broken

For our many countless sins