Feb 2014
Blustery winds sing
through the naked oaks
& an icy chill chokes me,
reminding me
winter
is not giving up,
its hold is brutal,
unforgiving
with its cold,
solemn song.
through the naked oaks
& an icy chill chokes me,
reminding me
winter
is not giving up,
its hold is brutal,
unforgiving
with its cold,
solemn song.
