Wrapped In White
I long to tread upon the snow
in hush of winter, wrapped in white;
in feathered mounds serenely go.
I long to tread upon the snow.
The boughs hang low; no wind doth blow.
My love, come see the wondrous sight!
I long to tread upon the snow
In hush of winter, wrapped in white
Nov. 14, 2015 By Andrea Dietrich
For the "Write Me A Winter Poem" Contest of Broken Wings
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