Micropoetry – Still (27)
Leaves fall red into white
Yet still it blows
The frigid wind
And still it snows
Still it falls
And still it falls
On me
© Ann Bagnall 2015.
Annie's Poetry
Words and Pictures
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Leaves fall red into white
Yet still it blows
The frigid wind
And still it snows
Still it falls
And still it falls
On me
© Ann Bagnall 2015.
