Winter is coming,
Habited juncos return—
Little grey nun-birds!
skat@2018
Winter is coming,
Habited juncos return—
Little grey nun-birds!
skat@2018
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November
Fills me with sorrow–
it’s when my
father died,
nine years ago. Then, I cried
until December.
skat@2017
“It’s snowing again!”
Chipper words in November;
In March, not so much.
skat©2015