Winter's Horror Show Poem by james watkin

Winter's Horror Show



With spooked nerve's dead of night woe
This horror show
Morns, and fogged, quaking on through.
Eves, and fogged, back.

A bony figure's stiffness
And lifelessness
Treed, which its leading part plays.
Treed, with star's knack.

Monday, May 29, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: winter,tree
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james watkin

james watkin

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