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When Winter Comes

Winter

When Winter comes, nests appear in trees,

Old elms bare their arms like young girls in spring,

Fresh rivers flow through forests filled with melting snow,

Blue herons, feathers tucked, take wing.

 

We shiver, never more alive;

Warmth is a distant dream

While icicles burst on snow-piled eaves,

And small fish hush beneath a frosty stream.

 

                                                                --Linda Brown Holt copyright 2010



Posted on Monday, March 1, 2010 at 04:35PM by Registered CommenterLinda Brown Holt | CommentsPost a Comment

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