Winter is coming. I can smell it on the breeze. The
clouds waft over me and I look up as they come. They come bearing gifts,
spreading the news of something greater. They come, marking off the darkest
time of year, illuminating it with their gifts, lighting up the night.
The sun shone there once. It shone in the sky bringing light
to the darkness. It illuminated the forest I live in, so the animals would not
stumble. It showed the paths of the forest, and the moose wandered without fear.
The moose saw the rocks ahead, the moose saw the lynx, the moose saw the other
deer in the distance. But darkness encroached.
Darkness closed in and the animals began to fear. They
feared for their lives because they could not see. They looked down the
path, but it was hidden. They wandered from here to there, from the forest
to the grasslands and back. They burrowed deep in their homes where no one
could find them. They hid themselves away, and there I heard them whispering...