This softest of Winters
Just taunts us with snow
A light frosting here
As a gentle wind blows
But still, I am nervous
There’s more yet to come
The storm may set in
When we’re used to the calm
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
This softest of Winters
Just taunts us with snow
A light frosting here
As a gentle wind blows
But still, I am nervous
There’s more yet to come
The storm may set in
When we’re used to the calm