lick
of frost, new ice
on
the golden
field,
the window
panes.
just a hint of what's
to follow
as the months
grow
darker,
until spring, once
more appears.
come closer.
come over here.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters, with humor and pathos, emotional complaints of the soul and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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