Murmured Waves

Murmured waves of the breezy naked trees Stand in winter's gate in icily froze Where wind harp of seasons forever goes The invisible atmosphere of cold breeze Solitude in its celestial dim light In a forest that's transformed to silence Gravel is pouring its weaving's of night From the demise songs of withering blench The mysterious shadows of winter's moon In its hollowing magnetized blue heights Surrounded by gloominess everywhere The deserted domains of autumn's gone tune Still from outside here deleterious blights To give doubtful meanings to boughs swaying bare