WinterA Poem by WindSongWinter
The sky is frail and liquid, A lean and wintry day; The trees leafless and barren- Eerily dark and gray.
The wind of winter blows hard, Its fate is dreary and grim, Upon the willows, oaks and elms, Along the desolate roads within.
Deep in the woods of the season, Grave and hollow therein, Looms a cold and shadowy mist That blows in the wind.
A frosty haze on the full Wolf Moon Heralds a winter night, Frozen in the snowy ground Are footprints in a distant light! © 2012 WindSongReviews
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