Fall, Snow, Fall

Fall, snow, fall; sunlight wither and die
Away to warmth geese fly
Fire crackle in the hearth
Snow drifts on the sleeping earth
As cold blows by, an icy branch quakes
My wet tongue catches falling flakes
The buffeting wind speaks to my soul
As my frostbitten toes rest by hot wood coal

by Jamie
September 2016

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