Crisp Winds
I wake to the crisp winter air
I feel the wind so cool in the night
My soul seems to want to take flight
I hear the lonely winds so cool in the clouds
the birds chirp a song to waken the others
two hungry shadows lurk in the breeze
So dark this morning in time
waiting for the sun to rise
I hear scampering around the tree's
Hoping to hear your voice
hoping to see your hand in my day
seeing the shadows keeps me longing for your embrace
The sun rises and the leaves seem crisp
ready for snow this morning
the clouds are grey and the wind seems to have
went away.
I close my eyes and see the sun
the sun shines deep in my soul
waiting for my master to take control.
Written by©Betty Bolden
11-11-04
Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013
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