On a cold winter day like today
The trees seem to sleep and not yet to lay
There is no fire in the sky seen
The clouds have surpassed even the heavens
Light does shine but the source is unknown
The freckles on the pond quiet and low
Winter kills softly to remind us
Each to themselves but constantly frigid
The light of a new day may not shine
Until once ready a rush down the spine.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
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Loving the 2010 winter rush ... always loved winter...now even more :) ♥
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