Alabaster Trees
there's no lingering hush
in this morning's bold blush
through alabaster trees
befalls a whistling breeze
it wraps me in its cold
like frozen thoughts of old
yet warmth becomes anew
in lingered thoughts of you
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2020
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