Months of Drear

Months of Drear

A Poem by Amy

What happens during this time of year, no one can recollect.

Months of drear. Months of snow bound, tied up inside.

Free to roam in the spring, fresh fregrent in the air.

A brisk walk in the mist, morning would be best.

Oh oh my dear.

© 2011 Amy


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Added on March 3, 2011
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Amy
Amy

Rochester, NY



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I am a female trying to expand my knowledge on writing. I am inspired by nature and the human emotion. I want to take my simplistic expression to a deeper level and would greatly appreciate your criti.. more..