Tuesday, December 26, 2017

Rik George writes

Winter Ballad

No rain is promised for today. 

The skies are bright and blue 
Brightened by light left over from days 
When summertime was new.

A cold wind blows out of the north 

Its chilling breath has seared 
The tired leaves on the sleeping trees 
And left the branches bared

To winter winds. The winter ice 

Will come and wrap the trees 
Against the winds that carry cold 
As freight upon their breeze.
 Snow on every branch and twig. Father Winter is quite the artist!

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