Poetry Winter Crept In While We Slept Winter crept in while we slept. With stealth it skulks, that cunning frost. A dark new season draws first air, Then vomits forth its bitter breath.Read More
Winter Crept In While We Slept Winter crept in while we slept. With stealth it skulks, that cunning frost. A dark new season draws first air, Then vomits forth its bitter breath.Read More