Micro Poetry

Micro Poetry 330


Waking up to a kiss of frost on the concrete,

Teardrops of dew settling on the grass,

My breath a frozen mist

I can’t deny winters call any longer.

By Lucy Williams

I have one signed copy of my book Behind the silence to give away if you are interested let me know.

 

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