Beyond the River

The cold winds of November

embrace the return of winter

when nature's hibernation

bows to the silence of solitude

moon light caresses

white blankets with pale

blue glints in the darkness

where the only noise is the

whisper of lost echos

Along the river

ice clings to shallow banks

as the flow twists beneath

branches of frost kissed trees

and the frozen needles of pines

beyond the river

reflections mirror in the

cold of calm winter waters

quiet and white