Winter Blues
The white snow so pure;
Masks the death of the grass.
Black ice on the ground;
Dares drivers to pass.
Birds flock to warmth;
Families gather by fire.
Sitting by the heater;
Waiting for summer to transpire.
How I long for green leaves;
Anticipating how the birds will sing.
Admiring the beauty of winter from the window;
Till the sunshine brings in the Spring.
Copyright © Terrence Cyphers | Year Posted 2015
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