A Winter's Tale
Clutching a sapling
no port in the storm
Torn from its moorings
No hope to keep warm
A waif of a girl
wrapped in shawl and waistcoat
She’d not survive long
her voice stuck in her throat…
When the blizzard abated
she was found frozen stiff
buried alive ‘neath a snowmound
Mother Nature not a finger did lift
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2022
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