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
Exits

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About oldmainer

I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs of questionable origin. I created this blog as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations since my wife is tired of hearing them and, after 50 some odd years, probably with good reason. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. 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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