Winter
 
 
Winter came this morning
Silence frozen under a thick sky.
Black trees stark and dark
framing the grass iced field.
 
 
No warmth from the smoky sun
No breeze for feathered friends
to glide upon,
they must use their own propulsion.
The sheep lay behind cold stone walls
waiting as we all will
for our winters to pass.
 
 
 
Wendy Bowers
24.11.18

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