All is quiet, The wind is strong.
Her tears are frozen, In this winter song.
The days of grey, The earth is still.
Ponds are frozen, In the silent chill.
The snow, it glissends, Patterns of black.
In bleak december, The light she'll lack.
Quiet mornings, Dark cold nights.
Fire's roaring, In moonlit sights.
Winter snow, While silent fades.
From greys and blacks, To newer shades.
"Goodnight December", She calmly said.
The morning Light, The Darkendead.
...To Be Continued...
Author notes
To: J&M
From: J
Written August 26th, 2005
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