The white glow of sunlight through gray clouds through trees The leafless branches are fingers of hope holding drops of rain like rings A soft wind and the branches demure scraping toward the ground searching for lost leaves The windows separate time Act as barriers to this other world A veil of filaments that cannot be brushed aside The glow the fire the silent promise of an early winter day
Early Winter
Early Winter
Early Winter
The white glow of sunlight through gray clouds through trees The leafless branches are fingers of hope holding drops of rain like rings A soft wind and the branches demure scraping toward the ground searching for lost leaves The windows separate time Act as barriers to this other world A veil of filaments that cannot be brushed aside The glow the fire the silent promise of an early winter day