Death Of A Morning
Daybreak on winter’s day,
Dark distant clouds on naked trees sleep.
Pink hues on horizon grow.
Wicked the north wind came.
Birds of many colors flock taking seed.
Silent comes now the sun.
Death of a morning complete.
J. Allen Wilson © 1/22/2011
God bless,
Lew
(((Continued gentle hugs and prayers)))~
As always, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :)