Post by aims on Jan 22, 2019 21:57:29 GMT -6
A frigid wind
sweeps the frosty landscape
turning ears and noses red
and fogging the glasses
of Balaclavas covered heads
trying to escape the chill.
Trees moan and groan
enslaved by the wind
in their trance-like swaying dance.
The moon is full, fat, round;
seen through erie, crooked
claw-like naked tree branches
reaching and scratching
at the heavenly orb
so far above their reach.
Your every step on the twinkling frosted terrain
returns a crisp crunch.
It is truly not one of those nights
that invites. . .
you out of your shelter,
Yet those who must venture out
are rewarded witnesses
of nature's dark frozen majesty.
sweeps the frosty landscape
turning ears and noses red
and fogging the glasses
of Balaclavas covered heads
trying to escape the chill.
Trees moan and groan
enslaved by the wind
in their trance-like swaying dance.
The moon is full, fat, round;
seen through erie, crooked
claw-like naked tree branches
reaching and scratching
at the heavenly orb
so far above their reach.
Your every step on the twinkling frosted terrain
returns a crisp crunch.
It is truly not one of those nights
that invites. . .
you out of your shelter,
Yet those who must venture out
are rewarded witnesses
of nature's dark frozen majesty.
