Winter Morn, A Poem from the Northland

Winter Morn

The cold North Wind has blown into town.

The earth, in her bridal wedding gown

awaits the glistening eye of sun

to smile (as if to say “you’re the one”)

and as smiling face sheds morning light

her gown reflects it, making bright

the world once shrouded, still and gray.

‘Tis glorious, this, the dawn of day.

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