Upon the Morrow

Thus, upon the morrow
with a subtle tinge of sorrow
as I shivering, remember
dip my toes into November
for her snowflakes, now aloof,
will soon land upon my roof.

And yet, I’ll take the plunge
soak her up like childhood sponge
for there’s something in the wind
makes me long for her again
to caress her long and slow
to see my angel in the snow.


John G. Lawless
©10/31/2021

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021



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Date: 10/31/2021 8:07:00 PM
There you go, John. I see that you were 'winging it' all the way. Smiles, Gershon
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