Winter's Sister
Oh lonesome winter of abandoned wood
With branches so empty of April green
Your alabaster heart, misunderstood
In keeping a beauty by most unseen
I too have been called icy and aloof
Lacking the color of summer's repast
Weaving in blue frost a cocoon, a roof
Against the spread of sunburn unabashed
Yet hear music in a singular note
While the birds are gone I can miss their song
As echoes from a valley long remote
And in silence find a place to belong
I am winter's sister, with all her flaws
Who shines as the crystallized forest thaws
3/09/24
Copyright © Michelle Faulkner | Year Posted 2024
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