January 26, 2012 #669
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a poem for Winter.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com/week.html .
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Winter wills white whispers into being,
Into frigid air white dancing death,
Needles that can take away one's breath,
Thick, soft flakes preventing one from fleeing,
Ending briefly in bright drifted hills,
Returning with the churning chaff that kills.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
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