The Piercing Chill I Feel
In twilight’s hush, beneath a sky so clear,A whispering breeze, the night’s breath, I feel,Its icy fingers, through the silence, steal,The piercing chill, a ghostly touch, austere.Moon’s silver light on frosted ground does kneel,As shadows dance, in winter’s strict appeal,The barren trees, like sentinels, revealA world asleep, in cold’s unyielding seal.Yet in this chill, a…