Riming Haiku #318 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Riming Haiku #318 (From, This Is My Wasteland)



In far-off places,
winter still lays its laces
- spring slowly paces.

Thursday, May 31, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: places,spring,winter
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