A shining coil of wind <br />Carried away the last leaves <br />Black Birds final calling <br />Upon Winters sleeves <br />Snowflakes slide <br />Laying comforters of white <br />Snow Angels rejoice <br />At rest come the night <br />Morning unbuttons <br />To a glassy grey glaze <br />Winters come calling <br />Through frost misted haze<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chill-6/
