Winter Forests In Oklahoma (Without Snow)
The night turns to day, it is oh so cold;
The moon is bright and crisp, the sun honey gold;
The forests are brown and leafless, there seems to be no life;
The silent peace within it, no ruckus and no strife.
I love the winter forests, no longer wet and green;
Everything within it, hibernating;
Every once in a while, a small creature will stir;
Sending golden colors up, a flurry and a whir.
Note from Author:
This is a tribute to my Oklahoma home which I sometimes miss very much!
Copyright © Sena Slaughter | Year Posted 2010
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