Winter Poems: 8/10
Nature, Winter


© Sally Plumb

I wrote this piece when I was thirteen. I was a paper delivery girl at the time. All weathers.


Winter's cold,
the year grows old.
Trees are bare,
no flowers fair do bloom.

The day it's dark
and night fires spark.
The stream is frozen.
Winter's chosen, cold and bitter.

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