Pale sun embracing.

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Have you ever felt the way

the pale winter sun reaches

deep within the soul?

Gold dust sprinkled across

crisp white whispers of winter.

Droplets of dew kissing the boughs

of dying trees lost leaves

aging beneath our feet.

Soft skies promising a silent echo

as winters queen caresses

our blushing cheeks.

Her gentle kisses, frozen embrace and

love formed from the purest lace.

Have you ever felt the pale sun

or crisp morning air beneath

gentle skies as robins fly?

Karen Hayward ©2016 (Image and words)

 

 

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