Slight sleet-slush like snow,
Brightly lit in the deep woods so low,
Of Wintertide the Winter Moon,
A meek muse for the poets anew,
Brittle breeze beguiling me too,
Stargazing on the snowbanks few,
With some daydreams to soothe,
Sleeping nature brimming with youth.
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Poets Pub - 2019 Poet of the Year Contest
PoetryHello and Welcome to the Poets Pub's 2019 Poet of the Year contest. This is our annual contest, reserved for those who have qualified to participate. We encourage all to join in, in celebrating these worthy competitors.
