Feb 2016
South East wind blows hard today
Trees bend their limbs and frenzy
Cold rain thuds upon the window
Helpless slaves the droplets obey
Beginning the end of Winter
I hear the harsh billows say
Trees bend their limbs and frenzy
Cold rain thuds upon the window
Helpless slaves the droplets obey
Beginning the end of Winter
I hear the harsh billows say
This poem was written on a windy cold and rainy
early morning on a late February day in the Smokey Mountains.
early morning on a late February day in the Smokey Mountains.
