Mike Posted January 5, 2005 Report Share Posted January 5, 2005 Through the cold glass I peer, and what I see is unclear, misty haze on yonder lake, the wind chills and I shake, the sun seems lost beyond the crystal frost and what was once all a bloom seems a faint memory now replaced by gloom. The trees were all breathing and green, now are bare branches acting as a wind screen. Dead of winter come in swift and bold, snow blankets the ground in fold, bitter crisp air is damn cold. Looking out for the signs of spring, along way off that time it would seem, but the sooner the better it arrives on the scene, much more of this will make the people mean. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fireball Posted January 9, 2005 Report Share Posted January 9, 2005 wow pf tht was like really really really really good can't say much when poems are this good. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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