they saw flowers in the windows
although the sky was murk
and awfully dark
the sunlight and the sun's light pleated
to curtain the sky so murk
and dark
they saw flowers in the windows
the powdery heavy snow drops
onto endless snowdrops
the snow may fall and flurry about
while in our cabin we are warm
as Khione blurs the sun's light
they sit together on the wooden floor
and on that basswood
they felt Pluto
December 2021
YOU ARE READING
My Poems
Thơ caThis is basically me thinking of random ideas for a book/short story and then not having the time or ideas to make it work so I'm making them poems 😊
