Winter’s Casement: Poetry

 

Frozen-barn
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.

 

Published by Maggie Kuhn

Journalist, TBI survivor, evangelist, ​and enthusiastic home barista, enjoying the spices of life! -Shoot for the moon, even if you miss you'll land among the stars.

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