Friday, 1 October 2021

 Dead of Winter

 

Where do the birds go at night

in the thick of winter when the wind could smite

a soul to death with its wicked bite.

 

When the frost lies thick upon the field

those tiny creatures where is their bield

against the moon and the stars' cruel shield. 

(March 2021) 



May be an image of nature, grass and tree


 

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