Ice creeps across the marsh.
Pine trees await their white winter coats.
Cold sharpens the silence.
Waiting
At the edge of a mountain of color
the Christmas trees wait for their season.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Ice creeps across the marsh.
Pine trees await their white winter coats.
Cold sharpens the silence.
At the edge of a mountain of color
the Christmas trees wait for their season.