Sunday, December 6, 2015

One Winter's Morn

A soft
Billowy sound
Moves the pines
Where suspended
Icicles
Sway a tinkling 
Merry tune,
As a steady
Falling
Soft
Mushy
Cold glaze
Smothers the forest.
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