White Gold

Excerpt from blog:

Through the window, I catch a glimpse
Of a sight magnificent,
I wish to be a part.
Gray clouds blanket the sky
Sunlight diffused into wintry dark.
And the wind whipping something
Bending the limbs of trees
Tall and mighty.
Coating them
In winters white gold

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26-30, M
Jan 6, 2013