Snow Poem —
The quickening snow
Creates the oak,
The ragged, intransigent leaves,
A beacon of static
As the massing heavens
Betray the darkness
And embarrass the night.
… Stay warm!
Snow Poem —
The quickening snow
Creates the oak,
The ragged, intransigent leaves,
A beacon of static
As the massing heavens
Betray the darkness
And embarrass the night.
… Stay warm!