Sunday Night Poetry (Week 36)

Winterscape

The snowflakes fall

Glistening in the moonlight

A lone raven’s call

Echoes through the silent night

Brittle branches

Waving in the breeze

The soft light dances

Over what will soon freeze

A blue chill

An icy glaze

Slips over the hill

Where the fox preys

A thick blanket

Of glistening white

Who would’ve thought it

Would ever come tonight

The ice takes

The thin shape

Of the frozen lakes

In this lonely winterscape

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