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by Thomas K. Hunt

Birds have flown south with the last fall breeze
Bright leaves of autumn are scattered from trees
As winter slowly steals the green
Clean crisp air surrounds us
We pull our coats in tight
We scurry through the shortest days
We prepare for the longest nights
Soon the river will be frozen
A constant in the circle of it's life
Closing the gap between the islands
Brought together by fields of white
A portrait laid out on natures canvas
A vision of beauty seen with any eye
The nights are cold but warming
As you gaze at the star filled sky
There is peace and solitude in my paradise
My roots from there still grow
Among the snow, wind, and ice
Will always be my home

03/28/2003

Posted on 03/29/2003
Copyright © 2020 Thomas K. Hunt

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Anne Engelen on 04/02/03 at 11:17 AM

What a wonderful trip you took me on! Great images.

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