Winter’s Retreat

Winter, wearied
By it’s labors
Sweeps the landscape
Spreads a clean sheet of snow
Dusts the frozen bows
And with a mournful look


About oldmainer

I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs. I started Oldmainer as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations, with some poetry thrown in. I welcome anyone that wants to kick back and join me here on the porch, exploring all the gifts we have been given and the memories collected. Thanks for stopping by.
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2 Responses to Winter’s Retreat

  1. I can imagine the mournful looks of everyone in your part of the world Bob. Winter has outstayed it’s welcome. 😦


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