Random musings.

By rannochgirl

Winter’s icy grip

The lakes are frozen again.
They look like silver glass.
The cold winds from the north do blow
and another winter must pass.
The life that's under this wintry scene
conserves its energy.
It awaits the warmer approach of spring
to lift this canopy.

Edwina Reizer

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