“swift clouds on a white sun in the warm of winter a storm passes…”
Category: Seasonal: Winter
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“Elsa hasn’t come to our house yet,” she says, looking at the sky. It’s the end of winter, and it’s 60 degrees…” A poem about southern Winters
“swift clouds on a white sun in the warm of winter a storm passes…”
“Elsa hasn’t come to our house yet,” she says, looking at the sky. It’s the end of winter, and it’s 60 degrees…” A poem about southern Winters
Dinosaur Fondue Poetry 