Winter fog is space where frost crystals grow
It was the day my last roses died
Raucous coughing of a lonely lost crow
Full moon rises in a crispy blue night
On weathered roofs icycles hang low
Steps crunching in sparkling powdery white
Silent mountains high up look to me,
in the valley below
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
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