![]() Jacks cold nose(winter)A Poem by Gee![]() A winter morning![]()
Now all is touched by Jacks cold nose,
dusted white the neat hedgerows, where spiders webs, hang, iced in place, like doilies spun from finest lace. Whilst trees arthritic, stark and bare, reach for a warmth no longer there, from a diluted sun, in wintery skies, as the last of Autumn, fades and dies. © 2016 GeeAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorGeeMilton keynes, United KingdomAboutDevoted family man and lover of life. Simple stuff for those without code breaking skills ! more..Writing
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