Snowfall In The Meadow

Snowfall in the meadow,
Wind blows through the woodland,
Day gives way to shadow,
All with frost is aproned —

Boundaries and fences
Bring to thought tomorrows:
Where we draw our limits
There will come

Our sorrows

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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