Night time falls quiet,
Cold winds breaking silence
And blow does the wind,
And it snows.
Blow does the wind
And it snows upon snow,
Each flake slowly drifts
And drifts grow.
And each drift lays softly
On waves, like the wind
And the Robin rests quietly,
Under wing.
A beautifully crafted well executed write. Winter is vividly presented.
A very sweet poem on winter. Thanks for sharing. Enjoyed.
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To be in Michigan here with snow locked in frozen time until spring the moments you have brought to life are felt deeply. So very true your painting of wind sculpted drifts in silence. Each flake blown filling the sky and covering the world in white....wonderful.