Winter froze my muse,
But each letter, word, and verse~
Thaws the deepest freeze.
Poetry is my spring rain,
My unashamed thunderclap.
Tag: winter
And so we arise
Every morning from the East
Like the Winter Sun.
Quietly, we travel West,
To witness a Champion!
I am perplexed by
The season of this morning
Cloaked in Autumn’s robes
I am kissed by Summer’s crown
But encased by Winter’s howl.