Spears of Ice
When winter sweeps its silent snow
And wraps the forest's silver glade
The pooling waters frozen stiff
Own spears of ice that droop in shade.
From trees with furrowed ruts and grooves
The flakes that fall on garden stones
Are tiny angels heaven sends
To grace moonlight with quiet moves.
Copyright © Benjamin Mitchell | Year Posted 2010
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