In the green wood

jackboots thunder

and cudgel

deviations of spirit.

At winter desiccation

early tears frost.

Weeping waterfalls

of fractured futures

eternally greyed shadows

drifting torpid and yoked

on a conveyor belt

that never sleeps.

Boutique Vermeil twinkles

with diamanté gowns

amid silken alcoves

of verdant glory

and fuchsia canopies.

Suspended on metal hooks

A green shade looms

black mask primed

with noxious air

to seize consent.

Hello torpor

farewell escape