Winter
Winter poetry stories
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jennylou_757
jennylou_757 sensing through wordplay and photography
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Those bleak days when you have no emotional reserves, and you still have to wait and hope.

Winter

Winter The ashen wash of mid morning Sky scoots close Knees behind trees

Gray goose down A huddled, wooly blanket Stare over bony-fingered branches

Air, listless Lays on pounded earth Still, waiting

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