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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