Medicinalmeadows

Ever-unfolding


Leave a comment

Cold Shores

Cold shores

A cold bitter sting
The Lake shores doth bring
The sound of winds cling
To waves coming in

The greyness of sky
Reflect waters by
No birds swoon and fly
Or resounding cry

Glimpse of sun will shine
Briefly warm, enshrine
New day, as a sign
As seasons combine

Advertisements