Monday, February 9, 2015

poem of the day February 9


A storm
a day
A river
of white
Flakes
falling
nonstop
out of
glass windows
Icicles dangle
once again
from an old
New England
farm
that has
seen
more
winter
storms
then
any
mortal man
More then
a century
of being
the sentry

No comments:

Post a Comment