Absent Sunshine

Editor back-issues, poetry

by Sharon Siegel   Winter, you are cold   Crisp, frigid air Hands meet pockets Chills sent down my spine Winter, you are cold   Puddles on the sidewalk Ready to freeze over I see palm trees ahead But I feel winter   Gusts of winds Whirling through the air Leaves fluttering Through the heavy breeze   Iciness in my…

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