Winter Poetry Dec 29 Written By Jennifer The rain drizzles — pitter patter —on the river’s edge.Fog hangs low in the holler.The trees are naked —all is still for winter.And still, the birds sing. Jennifer
Winter Poetry Dec 29 Written By Jennifer The rain drizzles — pitter patter —on the river’s edge.Fog hangs low in the holler.The trees are naked —all is still for winter.And still, the birds sing. Jennifer
