Trees shivered in the wind
as winter gasped with frost
the last fresh
A lonely star frowned,
As the sky was lighting with
The tree grumbled from
its trunk of the frosty limbs
of numb cold fingers.
A candle flickered from the
Wind it whispered of the coming
The Trees shivered in the
With numb fingers and frosty
Nostalgia is a comforting old friend
memories of the past winters
when the sky is lit and one small
Winds brushing and frosting with
chilled puffs the limbs of the trees.
I stood and watched from the window
by the flicker of the candle light.
Copyright © Peggy Bertrand | Year Posted 2007
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