WINTERS ICY TOUCH

Two lonely leaves
forgotten and forlorn
encrusted in ice
on a cold frosty morn.
They looked to the sun
as the day wandered by
but they still lay entrapped
as they both wondered why.
Oh please Mr. Sun will you
burn through this Cold.
The sun said I'm trying
But I can't break it's hold.
So this is the way
they still lay that night
as Net raised her camera
and captured the sight.

© Yvonne G. Bowman ~ December 23, 2005

A friend Net Denton... took this picture and It inspired this poem.