Millpond Poetry
I Dare Ask
There’s a chill in the air,
ever sweeping through the trees.
What brought it here?
I dare ask.
was it me?
Millpond Ink Poetry, 2016
There’s a chill in the air,
ever sweeping through the trees.
What brought it here?
I dare ask.
was it me?
Millpond Ink Poetry, 2016