geese honk

NOVEMBER PANTOUN Dawn on the windshield and geese in the sky,bare branches grounded, wind continuously blows.A silk, soft wrap of snow slides in place and sighs,foggy morning plays black ice, tricking the eye with glow. Bare branches grounded, wind continuously blows,Jack Frost’s hand etching a silvery lace.Foggy morning plays black ice, tricking the eye with Read more