"Portrait of Winter"


Now, blissfully, the woodlands dream

Where winter crowns each sleeping hill;

Where slient shadows blend and twine

In drowsy valleys, white and still.







Now, tinkling brooklets softly sing

Sweet slumber songs to snows that lie

Where seedlings dream of spring to come

Beneath a bleak December sky.







Contentment dwells where nature's hand

Has sketched a winter wonderland.



written by "Brian F. King"

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