The White Pall Of Winter Poem by douglas lewis

The White Pall Of Winter



Is that snow that
Clouds my eyes
Or the grim reaper
In the guise
Of eternal winter.
I might expect that.
It is no surprise
He would come
In the coldest season.

Tuesday, January 1, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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