Winter's Breath

The sad and soulful eyes of winter
Are staring their icy stare,
And the cold breath from her mouth
Has encompassed us everywhere. I look out at the stark and barren trees,
Now so greyed with cold,
Remembering the fresh green of their
summer,
It makes them look so old. Listen to the sounds so sharp on the
winter earth!
Footsteps like a hammer on stone...
Winter's frosty fingers reach inside our
hearts,
It's not the season to be alone. It's time to start the fire glowing in
the hearth,
And listen to the crackle of pungent wood,
And touch hands and hearts in this warmth.
Oh, if you and I only could,

by Gretchen Kane

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