Long cold winter

I saw a lot of the harbingers over the past few days. They hang around making their presence known. This winter is coming early and it’s going to be harsh for the living. I saw many harbingers. I know the sick will fall. Some we are not ready to lose, all will go away. It pulled the heart from my chest. I look at my opened chest and see black but emerging from the dark I see myself emerge from the black, white feathers throwing off the black tarry blood. I call out from my spirit form, and the windows shatter. Many come to carry off the old shell of my being. The sun breaks the horizon and I see many discarded husks along the ground. Butterflies and birds, lizards and toads, snakes and spiders, all are newly taking to the world. I look to the sky to see the moon still in the morning sky. It’s cold. The land is bare.

I saw many harbingers.