Psaltydog's Thoughts

Fresh Morning Snow - Poem by Psaltydog's Thoughts

O the chill of fresh morning snow
Viewed through delicately etched frost
Contrasted with a cup of fresh brew
Warming hands with an aromas swirling aloft

Trees bowing with each wintry gust
Whistling in tune through each twig and branch
Venture outside? Only if I must
But, to play in the snow this day? Not a chance

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  • Brian Jani (5/13/2014 5:37:00 AM)

    Psaltydog's This is a good piece of poetry (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 21, 2013

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