Winter Song
Winter winds are blowing, and
ice-bound trees are pretty . . .
Now, descends the snow on this land,
the birds sing and flakes fall covering the city-
Even the pure white,
rests upon my long raven hair . . .
Stillness wraps me warm and bright,
on my walk in the town square-
Nothing is more beautiful to me, than
gathering snowflakes in my "mitty" . . .
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December 29, 2016
Poetry/Acrostic/Winter Song
Copyright Protected, ID 12-861-877-29
All Rights Reserved, 2016, Constance La France
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