A pale dawn arises,
Snow falls,
Sullen shadows cascade across the land,
Images cold against glittering drifts,
A terrain flash-frozen,
No layers of warmth will cushion heartaches pain,
In winter,
When the wind bites,
Nostalgia quietly visits.
Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse
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