With the dawn came the cold;
The light of day has given way
To dripping nose and frozen toes.
Gone are the gold and russet leaves,
Skeletons are the remains of trees,
Arms and fingers held up high
Reaching beseechingly to the sky
Diamond chains hang from taps
Reflecting light from a watery sun
Whose weakened rays lack strength
To warm our cold, cold earth
As we wait for the world to turn.
©Denise G Allen, 12 April 2014 06:57