Miriam A. Donis

Dormancy in Vicinity of Death
By: Miriam A. Donis

Having come to visit, things seemed to be like they always had been, yet something ominous sits in the air.  It is a relatively early morning, but all sense of time has slipped away, for even a sleepy head will not find the sun today as they wake, for the wind blows, and the clouds in the skies continue to reign. Around, nothing but a soul or two walk by in this gloomy and rainy day.
Fall had come a little late this year, and winter came with a crazy storm. How exhausted you must be! For enduring that freeze, you cannot be blamed for being selfish and sleeping through my stay. Still in this visit, I could not help but admire you from afar, take your portrait, and get close where I can. But your leaves have never been crunchier and your branches had never snapped so easily, especially after being stumbled upon.
In this state, at this sight, it is hard not to wonder if the storm had come and gone and taken you with it. It's been a while since any adult had imagined that a barren shrub and a browned tree have done anything but wither, yet this young adult has reverted to having a child-like dismay, as the gardens further down are almost entirely painted in the most beautiful and perfect warm grays.