One icicle at a time
growing long enough to climb,
Onto it I leap
looking down the veiw turns steep.
Still winter eludes me
no bizzard bellowed screams,
As spring time soon approaches,
I'll have winter whitened dreams.
3-9-06
A sweet little verse. I sure am ready for spring myself. Nicely done! -TGR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
KIM, i like the poem, very good...