The Crystals Have All But Broken

Crystals cover the ground

They sky is covered in clouds

They say that white is the color of absence

Just like the caterpillars in the spring,

eating all the pretty leaves,

you in a swift second
blow in

stealing all the color from the sky.

Gorging yourself on all the glorious blues and golden yellows

Pink, no where to be found

I am afraid that you will bust from this type of gluttony

For weeks now I have been eating Vitamin D like air

Checking  my vital signs

I am forging through the shadows
the winter mist
and endless fog

 the snow is falling
the ice is forming
the trees are coughing

 and all the crystals
 have all but broken