bodhigram
New Poetry and Politics for Justice, Human Rights and Peace
Monday, December 6, 2010
Winter
A white river
And velvet white sheet over the earth
Trees in white slumber
Lonely white streets
Closed windows
People in wool
Winter winding down to the bone
It is only minus eighteen!
Not so cold after all!!
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