Tom's Two SeasonsA Poem by TillingDuring the dry of winter, opening with simple care, the halls echo quiet as he keys each darkened room door. Things are sure to change in August’s plump summer swelled air growing doors wood grain. Doors are temperamental, like seasons will to change. © 2019 Tilling |
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