Monday, October 28, 2013

Poem of the Day - When The Cold Comes

When The Cold Comes by A.S. Washington 

Summer is a memory,
Trees of green are turning red,
Soon the leaves will fall to Earth, wilt and join the dead,
This wanted breeze will turn to cold,
And behind it comes the frost,
The biting sting of rain and ice,
When temperatures are low,
Sit me by a burning fire, the place I'd like to go.

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