Aug 2015
A Winter's moon
silhouettes the pines.
Snowfalls silent tune
as the year unwinds.
Dark Skeleton trees
crowd the distant shore.
There's a sob in the breeze
as the old year is no more.
silhouettes the pines.
Snowfalls silent tune
as the year unwinds.
Dark Skeleton trees
crowd the distant shore.
There's a sob in the breeze
as the old year is no more.
