Free verse № 117875
Wintergreen
Traces of autumn 'cross my being
Cradled 'neath the void
Oh, darting breath
So quick to escape
To drift among the zephyrs
To be liberated
Snowfall dresses the trees
Draped in powder
Frosted with white lace
In leave of the grateful darkeness
Sunbeams caress her face
Forever smiling
1 comment
i love the imagery
and it flows so gracefully
Great Job!
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