Friday, February, 21, 2025
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As the pale apricot sunrises
casting glowing illuminations
all around
Revealing thick creek rise
from the storms
that rolled around
Hoar's frost has
wet dew bound
so, there isn't a dripping dew sound
Oh! bitter cold morn
gnawing at my face
when will spring surface?
Shivering from the cold
close the door
and go inside
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2025
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