Frosty Forest Floors

    Silence Winds whisper From the northern floe When tones of gray shield the sun, and shadow the growth. When the orchard grows quiet, You will then surely know, In the midst of her nearing, winter’s taken its throne. Faintly, Furiously, In cloudy groves She’s there above you Collecting in droves. Falling harmoniously inContinue reading “Frosty Forest Floors”