Winter Years
Winter Years
Oh gone is the fall, in its wake comes the sorrow,
the gray icy sting of dark winter to follow.
Oh gone is the fall, no more time left to borrow,
as winter portends the sad end to tomorrow.
Sandra M. Haight
~9th Place~
Contest: Four Lines ~ Deep and Dark Poetry
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Judged: 09/23/2015
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Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
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