by Christina Johnson

Created on: January 21, 2009

Winters Mask

A world of color fades to gray, Colder tempretures and shadows that stay.

A snowglobe in my head turned upside down, a wintery blanket from sky to ground.

The barest branches glisten white, with the rocks that line the path at night.

See the chimneys billowing smoke, mask the darkness with it's cloak.

Wintery embers on the breeze, The flurys scatter from the trees.

With the beauty behind smiling eyes, something saddened deep inside

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