That Season

Its that kind of season
now when the trees
stand there
naked,
you can hear the
chattering of their branches
as the wind
blows straight through
your tired bones.
Nights are long
darkness pending.
Goosebumps come in waves
as you brave the cold.
The air is sharp.
Each breath reminding you
that you're alive.
But inside all you feel is
numb.