Winter has arrived, we’re in the depths of November
And yet the lines won't come as they should in this frost,
This frost I love, the frost that painted me a thousand words
Last winter – sparkling fields, shimmering leaves,
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wow Sean... excellent work! I especially liked the first part.. 'Last winter – sparkling fields, shimmering leaves, Everything gleaming, all white and true. They were new. New poetry, that’s what it was.' well done! HBH
Gorgeous poem. you are a very talented poet. I love your imagery. I feel as though i've stepped in with you on that november day.