breath

empty, true
desolate, no
windswept, beaten down,
bent from the cold.
but bleak, no.
beautiful.
exposed maybe,
but barren, no.
latent, fruits hidden,
ability masked
frost baring the outline
of an endless world
infinite sight, from the
warm white breath.
skeletons, rising tall
branches dark, stark.
horizon reaching to the
cold, unfeeling sun.
lighting a solitary, hopeful, world