Writings

A Winter Night

There’s a gentle frost
lying just outside my window
and a chill settles
on the ground
A soft breeze
slides under my window
and through the cracks
soothing me as I drift to sleep

7 September 1995

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1 Comment

  1. Jerry Lewis

    hey, you wrote this on my birthday! you’re really good…sweet dreams.

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