Winter Thoughts. Poem by Michael Cochrane
Winter Thoughts.
Cold winds blowing frost on spider's webs. Snowflakes of every shape. Fire on the grate hearing the sound of the storm. Scottish winter's wrath bone chilling. Ice on the windows, having thoughts on the poor homeless souls without shelter.
Michael Cochrane ©
I take my vision to the pathetic situations of poor homeless souls.... the fact!
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5/6/2024 9:25:21 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Even in Canadian winters I think of that too Bravo! Bravo!