Winter Garden
As the ice began to harden
And the bitter breezes blew
In the lady's winter garden
A cold dove whispered 'Coo'
Oh, when will it be summer
The wistful lady cried
Not for ages
It's a bummer
Said the dove
And promptly died
© Gail Foster 20th December 2016
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