Winter’s Hand

Winter’s hand
Wraps me in its cold cold grip
Barren are the trees
They call me
In quiet whispers

Green sleeps
In hibernating animation
For the explosion

And welcoming
This moment
Of complete stillness


  1. That photo!!!!!!!!!!

    Amazing! Breathtaking! Brilliantly artistic or is it artistically brilliant?!
    I’d say both!

    The poem! Is the most marvellous companion….As usual!


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