NaPoWriMo Day 26 (Remove filter)
Winter’s Chill
Dark days they are, and nights are darker still,
and barren branches claw the feeble sun,
when autumn breathes its last in winter’s chill.
No more we’ll hear the cheerful songbird’s trill
now they have flown, these wintry shores to shun;
Dark days they are, and nights are darker still.
No more soft sundown’s balmy breezes filled
with clouds of gnats whose season now ...
Saturday 27th April 2019 1:23 pm
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