clouds race by
like kites with broken strings
trees sway
naked branches rattle
cold wind
stings my ears
you ask why I love
the winter
sycamore leaves tumble
and swirl through the garden
brittle sails
crackling air
Tom Spencer © 2018
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 10:25 PM UTC
clouds race by
like kites with broken strings
trees sway
naked branches rattle
cold wind
stings my ears
you ask why I love
the winter
sycamore leaves tumble
and swirl through the garden
brittle sails
crackling air
Tom Spencer © 2018
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