The ground was cold for it had frozen,
under the chill in the air
and the wind blowing my hair.
The trees bore no leaves;
their twisting branches
waving to the icy river
which stood close by.
I lit a fire and watched
the flames nurture
winter's cold heart.
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
The ground was cold for it had frozen,
under the chill in the air
and the wind blowing my hair.
The trees bore no leaves;
their twisting branches
waving to the icy river
which stood close by.
I lit a fire and watched
the flames nurture
winter's cold heart.
- ben
