Winter’s Whisper

Winter whispers, “I’m coming home.”

Crystals crackling cold
creeping across moist surfaces.

Winter whispers, “I’m almost there.”

Withering winds whip
wondering leaves to turmoil.

Winter whispers, “I won’t be long.”

Lingering lullabies lilt
longingly as wings fly south.

Winter whispers, “wait for me.”

Expectant eyes enamoured
by elegance watch, white flakes fall.

As Winter comes to call.

©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020

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