Winter Wind
from a journal written by
Donna Turnbull
The winter wind is a lonely wind.
A frigid, invisible force on a desperate mission to nowhere - wailing and shrieking and leaving behind a trail of frozen grass and naked trees shivering in the cold light of the moon as it sweeps across the land without a backward glance.
from a journal written by
Donna Turnbull
The winter wind is a lonely wind.
A frigid, invisible force on a desperate mission to nowhere - wailing and shrieking and leaving behind a trail of frozen grass and naked trees shivering in the cold light of the moon as it sweeps across the land without a backward glance.
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5 comments:
Excellent! It sent chills through me!
Must be chilly there this morning, eh? Ha ha!
That is for all the bloggers in Florida right? :D Very well put, thanks for sharing!
Cheers!
Ooooo, I'm cold now. Love the pictue of the trees all covered in ice though, Mother Nature surely is beautiful.
Brenda
Makes winter sound so harsh, but then again, it is rather harsh, isn't it?
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