branches in the window
brush the house
seeking warmth
on a chilly night
in winters last embrace
branches in the window
budded without bloom
leafless now
tell a tale
of wind blown lusts
in winters last embrace
branches brush the house
scratching the window pane
searching for rebirth
their cold arms wrapped around
imaginations warmth of spring
to chill your bones
in winters last embrace
branches now silent and still
alone now
in your soundless room
no wind no scratching sounds
no crackling fire
no sight of light
only darkness and quiet chill
in winters last embrace
branches in the window
cry out now
in winters last embrace
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
Janet (in the winter)