Frozen wind blown trees,
still adorned in russet leaves,
shiver in the morning breeze.
~
And we shiver too,
adorned not in russet, true,
sheathed, though, in some brighter hue.
Frozen wind blown trees,
still adorned in russet leaves,
shiver in the morning breeze.
~
And we shiver too,
adorned not in russet, true,
sheathed, though, in some brighter hue.