the new year, at last

the new year, at last

A Poem by andy groe

i spend so much time loving

the brisk beauty of autumn

and the silence stillness of winter,

i sometimes think

of nothing else.

then one day,

i open my door

and the fresh weather come pouring in,

full of energy and lost time.

it fills my lungs

and tossles my hair.

hello old friend,

i'd forgotten your name.

© 2011 andy groe


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andy groe
andy groe

Pittsburgh, PA



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