Thursday, January 19, 2017

Winter

Winter falls on barren trees
Silence stills the fallen leaves
Frosty air begins to sting
No songs from birds in which to sing
Wind grows cold and chills the bone
Soil as hard as ancient stone  
Gathered food now safely stored 
To feed until the earth has thawed
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