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.

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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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