Mar 2016
i suffer through
these last cold nights-
winter's final stand.
she stretches her icy fingers
toward the trees,
the wind blows
as they bid her farewell.
"you have no power here."
these last cold nights-
winter's final stand.
she stretches her icy fingers
toward the trees,
the wind blows
as they bid her farewell.
"you have no power here."
