Winter
The hills are silent today, if not for the cold wind
A blowing from the north as winter descends
In the woodland the shadows play not
The ivy clings to the fence fearfully
Winter’s cold embrace is unpitying
But soon it will be as beautiful as summers violet lace
Adios
The hills are silent today, if not for the cold wind
A blowing from the north as winter descends
In the woodland the shadows play not
The ivy clings to the fence fearfully
Winter’s cold embrace is unpitying
But soon it will be as beautiful as summers violet lace
Adios
1 comment:
May I add that it (Winter) tackles the bones and makes them cry?
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