Reflections on Winter
Bare branches reach towards the darkened sky
Like gnarled fingers worn by years gone by.
Breath takes form the eyes can see
Like a part of our spirit is set to wander free.
And cloudless skies frame stars so bright
As the moon rises into sight.
A veil of magic settles on the soul
When such beauty does unfold.
And even though the chill creeps in
We stop and breathe the beauty of winter within.
Copyright Julie Grucza 2013.
No comments:
Post a Comment