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Winter�s Come! Brown lifeless limbs point to a sky Where white-spun cotton candy rides, Against a pale blue, set so high, Concealing the place where angels hide. Below, small icy flakes of white Lie about, among dry grass. From an early morning winters flight Now hide, awaiting the sun to pass. Birds glide through the bitter chill, In search of seed left behind, By others who received their fill When on a fruitful harvest, dined. Brown crusty leaves tossed by the wind, Which swept in from a northern sky, Roll and skip over icy ground, An endless tumbling, with no place to lie. Though winter hides the color green, And bids welcome to the ice and snow, Hope lies waiting like a dream, Within the frozen ground below. Douglas Fletcher 12/26/2001 |
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