Add to ORKGMATTY watched the heavy snow fall. He opened the window and put his head out. He closed his eyes and...
When Nature had doused her solar lamp to retire from deary day and her candlestick Moon but a fading...
The warm, dry air pushed itself up through the metal curlicues of the register..
Gleaming blond hair, sharp blue eyes, You rest in peace by the window. When you walk, you\u27re prou...
The dry day dies as many have before, In the steel-gray death of a bloodless sun; Mortician night sh...
I SHIVERED underneath by heavy coat and forced my mittened hands more firmly into my pockets. The wi...
The winter night comes; a cold, wet, towel across our eyes. T h e edges will be lifted in the mornin...
As scent of freezia in the winter gloom Recalls the look of flowers long since dead, Bruised hearts ...
In the first year of peace, the springtime sun Shone long on a wintry scene, but naturally No one co...
A SINGLE, dead cornstalk, bent and frozen in the February wind, was the only thing that broke the sh...
the earth bearing scars of careless surgery lies naked in the wind bleeding leaves which spurt from ...
FEBRUARY had been a damp, chill month with none of the violence of winter. Snow, which seemed to mel...
When the last of the wood has been gathered in, And the stove shows rust where polish has been, The ...
It is very early in the morning. The stars have gone down, and the sun has not yet risen. New snow h...
Iron-gray sunless day, Opaque coat of clouds, Tree bodies dark with wet, Sidewalks cold with wet,..
MATTY watched the heavy snow fall. He opened the window and put his head out. He closed his eyes and...
When Nature had doused her solar lamp to retire from deary day and her candlestick Moon but a fading...
The warm, dry air pushed itself up through the metal curlicues of the register..
Gleaming blond hair, sharp blue eyes, You rest in peace by the window. When you walk, you\u27re prou...
The dry day dies as many have before, In the steel-gray death of a bloodless sun; Mortician night sh...
I SHIVERED underneath by heavy coat and forced my mittened hands more firmly into my pockets. The wi...
The winter night comes; a cold, wet, towel across our eyes. T h e edges will be lifted in the mornin...
As scent of freezia in the winter gloom Recalls the look of flowers long since dead, Bruised hearts ...
In the first year of peace, the springtime sun Shone long on a wintry scene, but naturally No one co...
A SINGLE, dead cornstalk, bent and frozen in the February wind, was the only thing that broke the sh...
the earth bearing scars of careless surgery lies naked in the wind bleeding leaves which spurt from ...
FEBRUARY had been a damp, chill month with none of the violence of winter. Snow, which seemed to mel...
When the last of the wood has been gathered in, And the stove shows rust where polish has been, The ...
It is very early in the morning. The stars have gone down, and the sun has not yet risen. New snow h...
Iron-gray sunless day, Opaque coat of clouds, Tree bodies dark with wet, Sidewalks cold with wet,..
MATTY watched the heavy snow fall. He opened the window and put his head out. He closed his eyes and...
When Nature had doused her solar lamp to retire from deary day and her candlestick Moon but a fading...
The warm, dry air pushed itself up through the metal curlicues of the register..