Winter arrives, The trees stoop to whisper beneath the weight of snow. Bare branches reach, Cradled in the chill, As the earth wraps itself in white. But beneath the frozen mantle Lies the promise of spring’s return.
- Louise Bogan
Winter arrives, The trees stoop to whisper beneath the weight of snow. Bare branches reach, Cradled in the chill, As the earth wraps itself in white. But beneath the frozen mantle Lies the promise of spring’s return.