Winter
more ice, more cold, more solitude.
bending trees, white snow crystals, breaking my heart open each season.
yearning for the peace of winter quiet,
it falls gently, blanketing my soul with its embrace.
i remember.
Rhonda Flanagan
Rhonda J Flanagan
Communications Manager Writing bleeding across the page making Art & Videos Photographing the rest.
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