She’s all winter; Cold heart Cold eyes Cold presence Cold and brutal words That “Pierce” so sharp! I forget it’s summer. ~Susan McMillan
Snow flakes hit the ground One after another; Monday will become Saturday.
Sunshine patches On damp forest ground I know for a fact Bare feet won’t do! Susan McMillan
Suddenly, the flowers let go! The leaves give into bountiful beauty . They soon let go; Bare sticks and branches remain To muse the eyes through Winter. ~Susan McMillan.
Winter ain’t for Texas; You’ll know come Christmas morning When Jimmy goes fishing bare foot. Susan McMillan for the love of Texas Winters.