The Mansionic Perspective

Bare Winter

Bare are the branches on a cold Winter’s night
As chilled winds pass through them with ease
Whistling and rustling the trees seem to dance
Whilst shivering beneath the Moon

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10 responses to “Bare Winter”

  1. prenin avatar
    prenin

    Indeed! 🙂 ❤

    Nice one Tom. 🙂 ❤

    Blessed Be!

    Prenin.

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    1. Tom avatar
      Tom

      🙂 Thanks once more, Prenin.

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  2. purplepeninportland avatar
    purplepeninportland

    This is a lovely poem, Tom.

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    1. Tom avatar
      Tom

      Thanks for saying so, Sara.

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  3. Diane Henders avatar
    Diane Henders

    Brrr! Hoping for spring soon… 🙂

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    1. Tom avatar
      Tom

      Apparently it’s on it’s way, Diane!

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  4. D. Wallace Peach avatar
    D. Wallace Peach

    Beautiful poem. It feels like a cold winter’s night.

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    1. Tom avatar
      Tom

      Thanks, Diana. Hopefully we won’t have too many more pf them now…!

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      1. D. Wallace Peach avatar
        D. Wallace Peach

        I agree! I’m ready for spring.

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        1. Tom avatar
          Tom

          Not long now… I can feel it.

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