'til once more the songbirds singA Poem by GeeThe onset of winter
Winter came not meek nor mild
but with hoare frosted, bellowed breath that coated all with thin laid ice sending autumn to her death. Whilst a waning sun, by summer spent, rises barely roof ridge high as armadas of grey galleons sail 'cross an ever darkening sky. And fallow fields neath purest white trees petrified and bare, are an epitaph to a season lost and the beauty she did share. I inward say, " farewell for now, farewell 'til the birth of spring, let me slumber deep, silently, 'til once more the songbirds sing" © 2023 GeeReviews
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StatsAuthorGeeMilton keynes, United KingdomAboutDevoted family man and lover of life. Simply written, easily understood "stuff" for those without code breaking skills. You will NEVER need Google to understand me:) more..Writing
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