Winters Keep Poem by douglas lewis

Winters Keep



A rush of flakes,
A world of white,
A heavy silence
Labours with the snow.
All trees in stoop,
A storm of muted ghosts
In laden dresses,
The talking pines
Entombed until the flow.

Saturday, July 15, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: silence,trees,winter
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