Winter
When Winter descends in the darkness of night,
And you look out your window to see
Snowflakes and flurries in the bright moonlight,
They fly about, aloft on the breeze.
You sense the beauty and lavish the sight
Of the change in the seasons before you,
And note, in your mind, the miracle of change,
As Winter's blanket descends fresh and new.
Rochelle Halling
11/1/11
