The edge of winter <br />colours blanket the ground <br />bare trees with skeleton arms <br />out stretch to catch the wind <br />sky grey and clouded <br />wind with biting chill <br />scarves tightly tied <br />around necks of passing strangers <br />roofs white from first frost <br />cars aside the road will not start <br />batteries flat not antifreeze <br />fires chimneys plumes <br />rosy cheeks, icy breath. <br />The edge of winter here. <br /> <br /> <br />Date unknown<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/early-works-the-edge-of-winter/
