Waiting
The leaves are lying on the ground
Sleeping, making nary a sound.
Waiting for the coming snow
To envelop the earth in an icy blow.
The flowers have quietly bowed their heads
And tucked themselves into cold dirt beds.
The lakes have ceased their gentle flow,
And now in silence they lay low.
Waiting... waiting... waiting...
For the snow.
Copyright © Anna Cox | Year Posted 2015
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