The Winter Wind

“The Winter Wind”


The winter wind blows in gusts
Through the lonely fields of dust
Weaving through the giant oak’s shade
Up above the hill and over the winding trail
Of soft, padded grass that grows
Greener as the hillside blows
The dandelions’ heads off their thick coats
And as the winter wind envelops,
With a sway of the hand the landscape
Overflows with a still silence
That hint at eager expectation
Of the new frozen winter wind 
Watching over as the country hills
Glow with a muted radiance
Against the dark winter sky.


Image: The Winter Woods


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