Winter Light

 


the days so short and dark too quickly
the chill and wind, cut and dry

to capture and hold any warmth is quite tricky
layers on waiting for snow to fly

thin rays through the day bring no reprieve, no reply, for the black and silent night 
hope for all the glittering, glowing, white, warm, and knowing, make our home full of winter light





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