| ROADSIDE WINTER White curls by roadside startle with their beauty like plumes from an exotic bird a milky fog during the night enrobed tumbleweeds with a frothy sheen as I drive south shivering, twisting, unrelenting serpents bar my way as the powdery snow blows shifting distracting hypnotic across the cold gray road I go on but want to stop the sun will shine soon and the rich, white robes of winter will be gone by Sheryl McCurdy |
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| 1 YEAR AGO 2/24/01 I POSTED MY VERY FIRST POEM ON thestarlitecafe I WANTED TO REPOST IT HERE ON MY WEB SITE. THIS POEM MEANS A LOT TO ME AS IT WAS THE FIRST TIME I WAS BRAVE ENOUGH TO ACTUALLY LET OTHERS READ MY WORK... SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO...HERE IS |
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| MIDI: THE DANCE |
