Remnant of the lover’s swoon <br />Hanging high in the morning sky <br />Traces of last night's full moon <br />Gossamer glimpse seen by few <br /> <br />Sky of baby blue <br />Dotted with white billowing clouds <br />Steam rising from the river near bye <br />No hustle, no bustle, no crowds <br /> <br />Bare trees whispering for the spring <br />Cold breezes shivering to the bone <br />In the distant I can hear her sing <br />A beautiful sound and then off she has flown <br /> <br />Spreading her tiny wings <br />Free and gliding on winter’s chill <br />Hoping for the warmth that flowers bloom brings <br />Nature’s beauty written with a golden quill<br /><br />Patricia Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-winter-s-morn-2/
