Winters Frigid Hand
					As autumn yields Chill winds blow On horizon, dark clouds Deliver Winters, first snow Silently, snowflakes fall Mountains, awash in white Snow covered fields In a pale moonlight Heralding, winters arrival An icy cold breeze Landscapes, forever changing Around snow covered trees Streams now stilled Where waters, did flow Glazed with ice Like diamonds glow Incandescent street lamps Icy droplets cling In winters frigid hand Awaiting, the coming of Spring
									Copyright: Robert Lewis 1998-2005 Worldwide All rights reserved This poem may not be copied by any means without the express permission of the author