Season

A Poem by JR

Winter yawns, parts her hair

slips on her silver silk nightgown

and prepares to go to bed;

Spring yawns and stretches

opens her glorious green eyes

and slowly lifts her head.

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Added on March 6, 2020
Last Updated on March 6, 2020

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