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When Winter Comes

Winter

When Winter comes, nests appear in trees,

Old elms bare their arms like young girls in spring,

Fresh rivers flow through forests filled with melting snow,

Blue herons, feathers tucked, take wing.

 

We shiver, never more alive;

Warmth is a distant dream

While icicles burst on snow-piled eaves,

And small fish hush beneath a frosty stream.

                                                                --Linda Brown Holt

Posted on Wednesday, January 20, 2010 at 06:06PM by Registered CommenterLinda Brown Holt | Comments1 Comment

Reader Comments (1)

This makes me think of winter quite differently now that I know there is a lot more detail than frost and snow...
March 25, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterJoe Johnson

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