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It rains, it snows, the sun glows bright and sometimes hot. Wind blows and howls around
the house a lot. Frost and ice gather nice on the inside windowpanes. Dogs and cats, kids with hats walk along the garden lanes. Branches gather snow like lather, squirrels
search in vain. Quiet birds have no words, no song to sing for us. Naked trees without leaves stand guard without a fuss. Rodents sleep in chimneys deep, and dream of better tim es.
Poet thinks of shorter links to compose a pretty rhyme. Inside we huddle, Sybille Forster-Rentmeister Sybille, Winter 2000
Copyright ©2005 Sybille Forster-Rentmeister( Echo Germanica, German-Canadian, arts, poetry, Poet, Gedichte, Poetrie ) |
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