Outside Our Cottage Door.
Winter's promise
foreclosing on the fall,
dust of ashes
blowing burning colors,
bits of autumn leaves
that fell
to the wind and more,
Remember ......
in the winter
crisp joys,
the frosty kiss of dawn,
tears of dew,
so cold upon the roses,
announcing changes,
emanating from the very bones,
the marrow,
of the deeper darker
world outside our cottage door.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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