Cold Night
The night lies still, the moon hangs low
Above a sparkling, softly falling snow.
The pines are tipped in lacey white
The sky darkened by shadowed night.
Flowers of summer, blooms long past
Winter approaching, coming fast.
Wild birds sing, sharing winters dreams
The rhythm of the season, nature brings.
Copyright © Kimberly Taylor | Year Posted 2007
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