Winter

Nature's lace upon the hills 

reflects the moon like in stills,

whispers of days gone by 

brings the memories to mind. 

The snow fell upon the hills

and the days slowly passing by,

as if trapped in the moment

and needing you by myside.

Winter is the artist

though captured have I, 

the design of a season 

time after time.

 The hemlock heavy and

the green frosted with white,

stands in silence as the winds

speak like a riddle in rhyme.