Winter Rain
The winter winds sing
To the teardrops of rain
That cling to barren limbs
Frozen boughs
In cloaks of ice
Whisper their displeasure
Darkness descends
Through solemn hours
Life suspended, waiting
A new sun smiles
Crystals dance like gypsies
The beauty of God’s hand
Copyright © Bob Quigley | Year Posted 2016
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