In the Still of Winter
In the still of winter a person can view the frozen lakes,
The last leaves that shake from the burden of the frosty dew,
The noises of the loons from afar,
In the still of winter.........,
There really isn't musch to see , because folks hibernate quietly,
huddling to and fro,
We merely catch glimpses through the foggy window panes,
In the still of winter, silent prayers are said for a bountiful harvest,
and a summertime that is filled with joy and all the best things life has
offer,
Our reward for a winter that sapped all our energies and dumped snow on our
doorsteps,
In the still of winter not much is said..........
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