On This Frigid Night,
Lake ice cracks with cold
breath hangs in frozen silence
stars sparkle above.
Great horned owls hoot
bitter February night
owlets to follow.
On this frigid night,
may we share as one this fire
that burns within us?
Copyright © D.W. Rodgers | Year Posted 2015
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