It was the last day of the year.
My breath stood white in the air.
All the leaves were long gone.
In front of the house
the grass was brown,
stiff with ice.
‘Til spring,
sleep.
Books Available
The Day of My First Driving Lesson
Country Well-Known as an Old Nightmare's Stable
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Knocking from Inside
Thursday, December 10, 2020
Solstice Drew Near
Labels:
free verse,
poetry,
retreat,
slant rhyme
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