Thursday, November 4, 2010

Winter

The river runs,
in deep of night,
a star filled sky,
sprayed with light.

Silent snow,
on still froze leaves,
landing softly,
about to freeze.

Whistling winds,
a huddled critter,
bunkered down,
winter's bitter.

Icy roads,
roaring fires,
lots of blankets,
are winters desires.

1 comment:

  1. very beautiful winter is also time spent with friends indoors chatting and drinking hot cocoa

    - miller T

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