The stars are cutting patches from
The cloudy winter sky
Their edges sharp, they shred and tear
Each cloud the wind drives by.
While hard and cold, the winter night
Crackles through the trees
And frosts the grass to crystal blades;
A bitter winter freeze.
Yet deep within its bitter heart
The night is filled with light
A crescent moon, though thin and frail,
Shines brightly in the night.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment