Near Winter
Golden flakes tumble like my childhood breeze;
Smiling at old folks I reel and run free
Where crystals burst--- near winter's pirouette;
How nature recital spins a trapeze,
Stem to stem, pine to pine, its waltz duet.
November Standard Contest--Brian Strand
15 NOV 2017
Copyright © Rora Onna | Year Posted 2017
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