|Image: Andrew Wyeth, The Mill, 1964|
Incessant cold takes hold again…
observing world through frosted glass,
while opaque cloak obscures the grass.
The snow falls silent on the pane—
another day turns dark and gray;
delight has faded to disdain.
This frigid season slow to pass,
as winter tightens hold again.
© Ginny Brannan 2014
Sharing at dVerse Poets Open Link Night #131.
Written for The Mag #204Image provided by Tess Kincaid.
Coincidentally I follow a site called Writers Write, and this was their prompt of the day: