Daily poem: Essence 12


Dead leaf clings through spring gales—

cold grief in sunlight pales.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

16 thoughts on “Daily poem: Essence 12”

      1. Haha! I don’t. But the locals most certainly cleared the grocery store shelves of milk and bread…and eggs, I’m told….and toilet paper! 🙂 apparently snow means a diet of French toast and frequent trips to the loo! 🤣

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