In the rising morn, the pale ghost of winter
roams the bleak hills and darkened dales
singing her songs of ice to plump birds
hunkered together on naked trees
leaving a trail of feathers and snow
in her wake
© Ann Bagnall
In the rising morn, the pale ghost of winter
roams the bleak hills and darkened dales
singing her songs of ice to plump birds
hunkered together on naked trees
leaving a trail of feathers and snow
in her wake
© Ann Bagnall