Chill of Winter
The winter crawls upon,
the tuft of wet grass,
wet from the morning dew
As the chill of winter, shivers down,
the coarse chest of tress
Soon rodents shovel holes,
In search of warmth
Copyright © Arastu Goyal | Year Posted 2023
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