Winter Arrives

I play lugubrious music and sit by the fire,
Trying to keep myself warm. Autumn is over.
Winter has come: three months of torment,
Possibly four. I gaze at the snow between
Me and the world. No scene was so fit
For a dirge.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-12-10 at 13:11

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