| crisp | twigs | nippy | frost |
| colors | leaves | noses | mornings |
| endless | quilted | scuttling | almost |
| gusts | nights | shivers | winter |
| almost | |||
| summer |
My mind is an avalanche of thoughts pouring down on me. I am stuck in the middle of it all I don’t know what to do I don’t know what to say.
PS: the magic page that will always jump you to the latest poem is "http://www.saintannsny.org/depart/computer/poems.html"