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Thursday, May 10, 2012

Posted on Poetry.com - though I am having trouble finding  my other poems- maybe you can...


Innocence of winter
reflected in icy waters
of death and decay
while hibernating souls
sleep among the snow-covered trees.
Father Winter watches all
from the top
of the glacial mountain peaks.
Seemingly frozen land
birthing juvenile spirits
preparing for life
waiting for Father Winter
to call for the Spring.

Copyright Vallee Rose

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