Frozen wilderness with barn
The trees whisper silence.
The mockingbird has left.
Death.
A still throbbing
Silence
Mourns the rampant winter.
The trees, torn from a raging wind
Lay silent
Cased in their icy tomb.
Winter’s Casement: Poetry
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Boldly living life after recovery one step–at–a-time
