Archives for the month of: December, 2014

Poor Poinsettia –
Unsold, given away free ~
We’ll house your last days.


Her red wine stained lips –
Bringing back old memories ~
Have you been feeding?

The rain is falling –
On the year’s very last leaves ~
How sweet is the sound.


Two small frogs, sleeping –
Kicking off the coversheets~
Yet, how cold it is!

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