In Winter
Before sunrise when the stars are bright,
Before the night has fled,
A darker shade of winter dawn.
Window open sky clear,
Gothic fears fade as day breaks,
Frosty heart warming.
Winter is medieval,
Gargoyles leaning low.
No summer linen in shadow shades.
No red beyond the berries
Rich and hanging.
They bring their own romance.
I see them now as others wake.
A new day has begun.
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