The cold hands of Winter
Weave such beauty
That even the rising winds
Cannot bear away
It holds me fast
And I ache
To never escape
This season
Of gentle sighs
© Ann Bagnall
The cold hands of Winter
Weave such beauty
That even the rising winds
Cannot bear away
It holds me fast
And I ache
To never escape
This season
Of gentle sighs
© Ann Bagnall