Winter Harvest Poem by Georgene Lane

Winter Harvest



Icicles creating fringe on the eaves troughs
Snowcapped hills beckoning youngsters,
"Get your sleds, come, have fun,"
Snowmen standing tall,
Challenging the sun.

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Georgene Lane

Georgene Lane

Birmingham, Michigan
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