6 of 10 in ‘The winter series’ from Jemverse
Eight line stanza thinking of
the winter with me now
Brittle chill, not warming sun
cold upon my brow
But dressed up warm it’s good to brace
the iron winter chill
for as it passes Springtime looms
and ever closer still
©Jemverse
[I first published ‘Winter with me now‘ as part of a triplicate via Jemverse on 27 November 2018]
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