Winter feels like scorn
Spring a distant legend
By the fire I shall warm
Until brighter suns do beckon
If none come
It’s the end I reckon
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
Tag: warm
Summer A Boon
Summer a boon
Before you go
A warm wind
A late sunset
A last flower
A blue sky
My mind distracted
By comfort
Instead of cold
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
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