Blog

Winter by billy R TJS

A frozen breeze chills all the glass .

Lumps of white glide in the air .

Frozen ice sits on a dying lake , cold as snow.

Frozen icicles dangle over the frozen tree branches.

A frozen breath drifts over trees leaves, frozen in suspension.

Smoke from a fireplace drifts into houses and defrosts the windows.

The winter freezes the heart.

No comments yet.

Leave a Reply