!COMES THE NIGHT
By JCSTREET © 2004 all rights reserved
Comes the night with a
shroud sound soft
soft as icing on the snow-cake land, silent
as ice-cast trees their
thin arms
tendrils of hope, Spring
will bud soon, I wait
to greet the first snowdrop, the
first coy glance…
shyly peeking from its snow-bonnet, the
slow fell of night
charms in its stillness, the last
russet heat of sun
out beyond the wend
out of the day
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