Show Poetry Corner Cornei I EARLY WINTER 1 by Carol P. P Feltch Shortened days moldering leaves I wrench my coat from chilling breeze Birds are gone flowers all die And solemn landscape dulls my eye Out Out-i Out focus skies press down While flakes descend upon the ground My knobby joints all ache themore the themore themore more Car tires slip my steps step's unsure Weeks and months months' stretch out ahead Much more of this the news news news' just n id r r y Yet people say straight straight- faced by golly the season to be jolly Submitted by Uintah Poetry Socie Society y |