The lake is gone
The sky is gone
The ground is gone
The world has faded into monochrome
I weary of winter.
I definitely feel that.
ah i know this feeling. a zesty indifference.
Please send what you’re weary of my way! We’re waiting, woefully winterless.
“I weary of winter” beautiful line!
Reminds me of growing up in the mitten state
(shiver) May I share? Great little punch to the chest you wrote there. Cheers.
Absolutely, with credit, of course. 🙂
Of course 😉✌️
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Shawn Bird is an author, poet, and educator in the beautiful Shuswap region of British Columbia, Canada. She is a proud member of Rotary.
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I definitely feel that.
ah i know this feeling. a zesty indifference.
Please send what you’re weary of my way! We’re waiting, woefully winterless.
“I weary of winter” beautiful line!
Reminds me of growing up in the mitten state
(shiver) May I share? Great little punch to the chest you wrote there. Cheers.
Absolutely, with credit, of course. 🙂
Of course 😉✌️