The trees of leaves are bare,
Except for Christmassy pines,
Still again raining out there,
All trees are like fine wines…
The wind out of the nor’east,
Cool and wet, another stormy beast,
Dry, toasty & warm in my home,
No place to go out to anywhere roam…
Wishing for snow,
Yes, a rather big blow,
Let them snowdrifts grow,
Leastways there is no grass to mow.
© -ed- 12/15/18
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your work continues to improve with age!!!
never stop writing
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It's also hard for anyone to kick wet sand in your face.
Rainy days, fine wines, and Ed. It kinda reminds me of a book of poetry I read somewhere.
Love ya!
Jane
Ron
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