Winter’s Garden

High shadows loom on garden walls.
They tremble in the winter‘s breeze.
As from the heavens powder falls,
they mimic naked limbs of trees.
They tremble in the winter‘s breeze;
forlorn, they sway as low winds moan.
They mimic naked limbs of trees.
Frail shadows now have thicker grown.
Forlorn, they sway as low winds moan.
The winds surcease, no more to blow.
Frail shadows now have thicker grown.
On arms of trees are coats of snow!
The winds surcease, no more to blow.
As from the heavens powder falls,
on arms of trees are coats of snow.
High shadows loom on garden walls.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015

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