As the mercury slumps in the cold night,
I watch the stars glow in bright clusters.
I capture the signs of winter in my heart.
Silent snowflakes fell into a white blanket.
The whistling wind adds to the hardship.
In the storm, I saw very few travelers.
Today is cold and clear.
The snow has stopped; the wind is calm.
I will go out and play the child I once was.
W. Wayne B.
Poetry book: Eyes of Hope
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Original image: Snowflakes are Winter’s Butterflies. By Carol VanHook [Image license]
W. Wayne B. 