Cold TrailsA Poem by Gray WitchGlad I'm not living in Australia! (01.09.13)Wintery wind blows January snows. Icicles drip While sparrows flit In bushes stark and woody. Sun's rays are bright, But lacking warmth, Ground as hard as marble. Breath freezes crisp In glacial cold air, Jack Frost works his wonders. But soon enough Buds will appear Heralding, Hailing, Vociferously, Naming. A new beginning, Springing forth Rebirth, Rejoice, Resound.
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9 Reviews Added on January 9, 2013 Last Updated on January 9, 2013 AuthorGray Witch...Meanwhile back in Canada...near Niagara Falls, Ontario.............. (<-------------¯_(ツ)_/¯ wavin'), CanadaAboutMs Daniels, (AKA - GrayWitch) is an Environmental and Social Activist, Communications Consultant to local and provincial governments, and former Nurse. She has studied Sociology, Criminology and Devia.. more..Writing
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