Winter's sleep so close to death,
piercing with his arctic breath.
Brittle, naked limbs stretch high
in the icy pewter sky.
Bitter chill and stinging wind,
quiet earth grows gray and grim.
Polar pillows full of snow
hover over valleys low.
Veils of frozen crystal falls,
cascade over mountain walls.
Squalls and drifts of sparkling white,
glistening brilliance in the night.
Winter, with his wicked wrath,
leaves blinding beauty in his path!
The Harshness Of Winter
Winter's Wrath
Published by Family Friend Poems December 2017 with permission of the Author.
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ABOUT THE POET:
I am a mother of two grown sons, we are an extremely close family & extended family, like all families we have had many wonderful & blessed times through life and we have experienced heart ache as well, I raised my sons, to never make judgement upon another persons journey in this life and to be the best them that they can be , that is all we...