Nostalgic ashes in the fireplace
are all that remain of winter's embrace.
Gray bare branches, freezing winds, snowflakes race
from memory, leaving not a single trace.
Showing posts with label nostalgia winter spring memory snowflakes poem poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nostalgia winter spring memory snowflakes poem poetry. Show all posts
Friday, April 23, 2010
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