So LongA Poem by PeteWe loiter in winter while it is already spring. - Thoreauunwilling to release their antique, arthritic grip in the long forgotten dead of winterstubborn, atrophied leaves are ripped from shivering trees by a cruel, frozen breeze like pages from a taboo book falling on heavy, crusted snow refusing to go they shudder coming to rest at my mourning feet realizing they no longer belong pondering why they got the seasons wrong wondering why they stayed so long without so much as a, "so long" © 2021 PeteAuthor's Note
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