I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure in the landscape - the loneliness of it - the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it - the whole story doesn't show. - Andrew Wyeth
Winter - Quotes and Poems
Cuttings - December:
December fog - among the yellow leaves a dead frog.
Completely finished - a death poem.
Empty spider webs under the eaves - melting frost.
Cuttings: Haiku and Short Poems by Michael P. Garofalo
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