When winter casts her mantle
And shrouds the weakest sun
Trees with filigreed branches
Silhouette the barest ground
A pinkish -grey envelopes
Cloud hangs thick beneath.
Winter Equinox
Running in the slow lane
Running in the slow lane
When winter casts her mantle
And shrouds the weakest sun
Trees with filigreed branches
Silhouette the barest ground
A pinkish -grey envelopes
Cloud hangs thick beneath.
Ruth Partridge