Chilled Winds Blow
Golden leaves falling gently to the ground
Making piles of them for children’s play
Waiting for winter to come ‘round
Chilled winds blow clouds to stay
Then a white surface
On hills and dales
Winter snow falls
And quietness
Surrounds
Me
Copyright © Betty Janko | Year Posted 2016
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