Winter arrives in fits and starts,
belligerent and bitter
pulling the last leaves from the trees
red, yellow and gold
spiralling earth ward
short lived,
a skeletal crunch underfoot
crushed
into the decaying damp
leaching life
cryogenically frozen
as winter tightens its grip.
I can certainly feel "the tight grip" in it. Like how your writing always evolves or even merges with the atmosphere of the content.
This is right up my street Ali, a vignette, high impact, minimum input by reader required,thank you
Brrrrr