Listen to the winter wind
As it blows through the trees
Bare branches sketch bleak
Skeletons against the sky
Longer, pause and listen
To the wind through the trees
Hear the muted words
Whispered on a sigh
Beyond the range of hearing
Speaks the wind in the trees
Hopes the promise raise
The passing of winter nigh
Never that promise broken
By the wind through the trees
Again shall be filled
And the spring will come by
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
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