Winter Scene
Saplings struggle in a sea of snow
Naked limbs beat the sky
Like a tired swimmer in an undertow
Or, like fledglings learning how to fly
Nearby trees lurk in the evening gloom
Their shadowed shapes in hiding
Like Death waiting for an empty tomb
Or, like friends furtively confiding
Soon rocks and trees will find the night
When day is finally done
But even in darkness, snow is white
And morning brings the sun
Copyright © Steven Mossburg | Year Posted 2009
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