Winter
Her icy winds drift and blow
Across gray shadows in the snow
Wild creatures footprints leave their mark
In the white so bold and stark
Defiant, lovely, strong, and bold
Soon winter's beauty will grow old
And leave us with her swift good-bye
As Spring's sweet glories greet our eye
I love your poem! Thanks for sharing it with us. I am looking forward to its swift good-bye.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great poem. I am anxiously awaiting winter's swift goodbye as well!
ReplyDeleteOh I love it!! You are a great poet : ) And it's just perfect for my weather too!
ReplyDeleteI can't wait for the spring glories... how about you? Good job!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
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