The woods are silent
As bitter winds pinch your skin
Snow crushes the grass
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Witching Hour: Lost in Thought
PoetryTitled "Witching Hour" because most of my poem ideas come to me way past midnight when I'm trying to sleep. The topics are pretty diverse, but there are definitely things I write about more often than others. Also If you don't like the first few...
Seasonal Haikus (Winter)
The woods are silent
As bitter winds pinch your skin
Snow crushes the grass
