Winter’s Fall
Sun shines amidst
a steel filled sky,
The billowed
bricks; the winter wall,
And, Spring now muses
Winter’s fall,
Well trumped by
tropic wind nearby.
We’ve weathered
well; ensconced; enclosed,
We’ve felt the
frigid fingered storm,
Held hearth and
home to keep us warm,
Until the Winter’s
spell’s disposed!
Peter Lowell
Paulson
January 14, 2015
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