A Winter Poem

Life and Happiness, Writing

 

The wind whistles across the cornfield tracks

through trees that creak and groan their

protests against harsh winter’s sting.

Although the strong and unbending girth

soars high above my head,

they become weak in the season’s chilly slap

and I watch, with wary eyes, as they speak

their words of warning.

The trail looms out ahead of me,

Autumn leaves scurry to find safe places,

like I should seek,

but I continue forward, into the wind,

bracing myself against winter’s cold embrace.

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