Morning After
I woke up to frost covered trees
looking frozen stiff, cold
standing there with no leaves
standing tall and bold
silence and solitude
wind in my face
sets the mood
The open space that is all around
is white color lacking
without a sound
I hear the cracking
of branches falling
weighted down with snow
listen closely birds are calling
under a sun lit glow
Copyright © Eddee Shaz | Year Posted 2011
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