Shining Passion

Ice gripped the branches, glimmering in the sun Crackling with what the wind has spun Hanging over the frozen snow covered land White spreads for miles from where I stand Winter’s cold takes hold with frozen breath in the air As the mind stops to think of thoughts left to spare Wandering through time, wondering just the same Old thoughts return, that I cannot tame Still they are there, shining passion I felt Until the sun returns and the ice does melt Heidi Sands 12/27/17