Today is also ending--
at the bottom of the snowstorm
the gigantic sun


I hear it
through the whispering pines-
winter's song

(First posted on my blog, Softspoken)


Beatrice V said...

beautiful, indirectly evoking all the senses through the words: 'hear' and 'song', 'pines' brings in a strong visual image simultaneously with the 'scent' of pine trees.

diana l. said...

This is lovely, Kristin.

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