Winter bares the tree to a solitary nest. <br />Rain drips through its mesh of twigs. <br />Snow embalms it in a wreath of soft cotton. <br />That nest is as heavy as <br />The silence which clogs my ears, <br />Or the smoke which weighs on my lungs. <br />It penetrates my dreams, where night <br />Is driving and driving its nails.<br /><br />Fawzi Karim<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-night-drives-its-nails/
