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Poem: Winter

Posted: 2/13/10 | Written by Jeannie | Labels: ,

Inspired by D.R.’s post on The Nervous Breakdown I decided to do a little poem. I am rubbish at poetry I’ll be the first to say it. Though, like Maureen Johnson says, ‘when you are learning to write you are going to suck [...] and that's the sign you are on the right path’.

Leaves drop
air cools
time stops.

Evenings quiet
nights lengthen
faces worn.

Lights dim
sheets pulled
love made.

2 replies:

  1. Jennifer said...
  2. *draws heart around it* It's precious Sweetie!

  3. Jeannie said...
  4. awe, thanks ;)

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