Winter

Beyond these walls the wind blows cold
Snowflakes fall to the ground.
Winter surrounds our world with white
The silence seems to grow loud.
All is asleep, so calm and at peace
The flowers, the grass, the trees.
The birds are no longer singing
The butterflies no longer fly
Wintertime is here once more
And once more I ask why.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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July 8, 2020 at 11:23 PM
Me, too: Same question, Julia. (Confound it!) Of course, the answer I keep hearing is the same too -- So you'll appreciate Spring... Ha, ha: There's no Spring in Chicago to speak of. Temp goes from the 40's to the 90's in a flash. Just two seasons here: Winter and Construction, as the joke goes. Enjoyed your muse. Thanks, Julia. :) gw
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