WINTER

The morning air
To which I have awoken
Whispers softly upon me
The subtle signs of change

For the aroma of distant fire
Has joined the newly fallen frost
To greet me in the dim of dawn
Declaring

That time has at long last
Carried me safe and whole
To that final season
Wherein I might take my rest

And though I know
The coming days be short
With fleeting strength
Of light and warmth

Yet, I relish to behold
The delicate beauty
And symbol’d purity
Of a world adorned in white

Which in joy lifts my heart
Not only to recall
The dear memories
Of seasons past

But to as well look forward
Into the brilliance of white
Which lies beyond
The driven snow

…Jeff Bresee

WINTER

Jeff Bresee

Mansfield, United States

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