Winter
There comes the day
when
Fall becomes Winter
Not the turn of a
calendar page
OR
a specific day of the year
That day comes
when the air changes...
going from the crispness
of Autumn
To
the sharp bite
of Winter
Winter air...
it even tastes different
on her tongue
© 2013 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
There comes the day
when
Fall becomes Winter
Not the turn of a
calendar page
OR
a specific day of the year
That day comes
when the air changes...
going from the crispness
of Autumn
To
the sharp bite
of Winter
Winter air...
it even tastes different
on her tongue
© 2013 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie