It’s not the lazy days of summer,
wisps of clouds in the bluest sky.
Not the new breathe of spring, or
fragrant air charged with romance.
Not the rustle, the crisp feel of fall,
with color teasing our senses.
It’s the cold deadness of winter we seek,
where we hope for the beauty of snow.
4 comments:
well defined phrases.
enjoyed your point of view here.
Fascinating view pointing toward winter's dress of white. I liked this very much. Thank you!
Oh wow! I love winters n snow! India, it doesn't snow though.. :(
Hugs xx
Wonderfully worded :-)
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