Winter's Muse
A north wind blows
The rooster crows
Cold air mass nigh
Gray is the sky
Jack Frost's fingers
Inside me linger
Fresh snow comes down
O'er spreads the town
My toes now numb
Soon too, my thumbs
So glad you're near
Chill disappears
Time now to sleep
Good night ~ Dream deep
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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