Sunday, December 18, 2016

Winter Sonata - Poetry by Regis Auffray

Winter Sonata
With the last of the leaves
Blown away in the chilly breeze

Mother Nature composes a sonata

Welcoming a new winter

It is a song of wind
First gently whispering
But soon building to a moaning crescendo
As the storm insists on being heard
Later when she has abated
And the fresh snow has hushed the land

An owl hoots
And wolves howl
And it is the turn of the moon
To sing in the sky

Among the twinkling stars
Mother Nature’s sonata for winter

© RĂ©gis Auffray

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