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Winter's Doorstep

Bleak Gray day, Biting breeze Offers portent And tumbles autumn’s harvest of sere leaves To winter’s foreboding, icebound doorstep: Stacked, stands cordwood, Shovels wait, First snow Looms.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 11/29/2016 3:11:00 PM
I am such a fan of seasonal poems. This one captured the transition between autumn and winter beautifully. I especially liked the term "sere leaves."
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David Bose
Date: 11/30/2016 7:08:00 AM
Thanks, Janet. I appreciate your compliments. Dave
Date: 11/29/2016 12:30:00 PM
Nice one David. That really shows it well.
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David Bose
Date: 11/30/2016 7:10:00 AM
Thanks, again, Heidi. I always appreciate your encouragement. Dave
Date: 11/29/2016 10:00:00 AM
Wonderfully written David. This was nice to read to today.
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David Bose
Date: 11/30/2016 7:11:00 AM
I hope it was as fun to read as it was to write. Thanks for taking a look. I appreciate it. Dave