A golden wreath of falling leaves
is curling from the fozen trees.
Winter blows and chills the forest;
in winter deep all go to sleep.
Through banks and frozen walls
the trees bow, with ribbens of sound;
creaking deep the forest resonates
with ghostly mist's, and forgot roots.
Winter swollowed the forest whole,
with its gaping white mouth.
© By Amanda D Shelton | Admin
is curling from the fozen trees.
Winter blows and chills the forest;
in winter deep all go to sleep.
Through banks and frozen walls
the trees bow, with ribbens of sound;
creaking deep the forest resonates
with ghostly mist's, and forgot roots.
Winter swollowed the forest whole,
with its gaping white mouth.
© By Amanda D Shelton | Admin
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