All color gone
from the trees the wind
whines lonely in the shine
of a weakening sun.
This morning frost
crackles on the grass
a few berries browning
on the Mountain Ash remind me
how long and terrible
the wait for spring.
Susan A. Katz
All color gone
from the trees the wind
whines lonely in the shine
of a weakening sun.
This morning frost
crackles on the grass
a few berries browning
on the Mountain Ash remind me
how long and terrible
the wait for spring.
Susan A. Katz