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About This Poem
Winter's Lair
Evening skies darken to ashen gray
Mesmerizing, no glance dare go astray
Small living creatures sense looming danger
Low black clouds, mother nature's anger
Trees scatter moonlight's eerie shadows
Warm breath turns crisp in this sudden winter castle
Stardust lands on frozen meadows
As creeping fog erases moon's shadows
Icicles hang like stinging tassels
From petals on yesterday's beautiful flowers
Footsteps today placed upon soft green grass
Now shatter beneath me like breaking glass
Bare exposed arms of the mighty oak tree
Even her fingers, tremble of what is to be
Now encased completely in coffins of ice
Awaiting mother nature's one destructive sigh
To bring down her branches
Out goes the power
End of story
©Donna Jones
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