Sunday, November 9, 2014

Waiting Through Winter, 12.25.13

Outside my window, barren trees
Disturb and stir the air
Slender branches without leaves
Forget that life is fair

Dead grasses waving in the wind
Fill the fields with gold
Their colors undulate constantly
As with the wind they roll

But soon the green of life again
Will find the fields and trees
And soon we’ll hear a chorus of
The grasses and the leaves

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