Winter Magic
Winter Magic
So bleak the Winter strides upon my path...
The dry, brown, fallen leaves behold its wrath...
I shiver from the chill the North Wind blows
And wonder in this barren land of crows:
Where Is the magic that I once beheld
When I was young and love was often spelled...
Now with the wind there comes a glist'ning snow
That covers everything...even my woe...
The silence of its falling clears my head
Reminding me that I am not yet dead!
I go and catch a snowflake on my tongue
And once again...like magic...I am young...
No longer bleak, the Winter seems to be,
For something has renewed the life in me...
Oh, Winter Magic, take hold of my hand...
And let's go build a snowman... big and grand!
Deborah Burch©12.25.16
Couplets
Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2016
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