Friday, December 26

JANUARY


Branches shiver naked in the breeze

Above the silver wavelets of a rill.

Snow-white quilting hugs low round the trees

As winter flaunts her power and her skill.

Unlike emblazoned twilight of a May,

When angels finger-paint each amber cloud,

The January dusk is palest gray

Yet every bit as beautifully endowed.



by: Mary Volk

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