In the early dawn
as the fog begins to lift;
The train whistles blow
through the winter mist.
Ice crystals cling
to each branch with hope.
A delicate drape
of an evening cloak.
Only sun burns
through the morning veil.
Leaving branches
naked and frail.
Winter armor
slowly dissipates.
And the evening shadow
celebrates.
Sliver of moon
through the evening mist.
Carries me on
with an opening fist.
Cindy This is so Beautiful and touching.
Larry, Thank you my friend! I’m glad you liked it! Cindy
My pleasure
This is beautiful ♥️
Valerie, thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoyed it. Cindy
Cindy, I had to write you just to tell you I loved your poem.
Joel, thank you so much for your kindness. You are always so generous with words of support. I truly appreciate it! Cindy
You are more than welcome, Cindy!