Child of the Winter
The wind is calling me
The rain cries out my name
I am a child of the winter
The shivering of leaves
Dancing of the grass
The sparkling of droplets
Gathered on cold branches-
These are my home.
The wind is calling me
To come and dance again
On the sleeping ground.
Can you hear the promise?
Soon the rain will bring new life
Warmth will fill the wind
And I will flit away to a new home
poem by Bonnie Shipman
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