Winter Sun

Winter Sun

The Winter Sun, it does not speak

But whispers if you care to hear

Its vapoured breath comes wan and weak

The coldest, harshest time of year.

CCG

2024/01/23

About ccarterglass

Born 1942, live in Baltimore, retired from government service, information management. Navy veteran. Veteran of Vietnam and the drug wars. Artist. Love music; classic, classic rock, celtic traditional, celtic rock. Also love all creatures great and small.
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4 Responses to Winter Sun

  1. Jenni says:

    You have a beautiful way with words.

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  2. czickcomcastnet says:

    I like it. ________________________________

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