Place To Hide
Last leaves cling to branches
Wind blows across the hill
The sky has chosen to be gray
Land is white, with a chill
The woodstove brings the warmth
As music plays inside
It’s another world to be
A comforting place to hide
Just as things in life,
This will pass enough to see
There will always be a brighter place
Beyond the storm, to see
For now, it’s a hiding place
Tomorrow, it may be a ride
Reborn from thoughts renewed
From no better place to hide
Heidi Sands
11/16/18
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2018
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