Mother Nature

December 10, 2009
the wind whispers
sweet nothings in my ear
singing softly so
you can barley hear her

ice crystals
in he howling blizzard
tears slip off of
glistening frozen cheeks

flames lick the air
in the cold winter night
driving out the darkness
so we will not fear

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