White Washed Treasure by Christel CrewsIn the stillness there lies a stream
Through snow banks casting their wintry scene
Standing against the bleak and white
A single bridge to cross if you might
Dark brown angles leading nowhere
To a place with naught a care
I linger there in my mind
A place of peace, quiet and time
To stop and breathe the frosty air
Dither to return to the day’s affairs
12/21/2009
Author's Note:
Posted on 12/22/2009 Copyright © 2024 Christel Crews
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