Winter Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

Winter

Rating: 4.9


Winter's cold.
The year grows old.
Trees are bare.
No flowers fair do bloom.

The day it's dark.
And night fires spark.
The stream is frozen.
Winters's chosen cold, and bitter.

Sally Plumb

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Sally Plumb Plumb

Sally Plumb Plumb

Haverhill Suffolk England
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