Winter Frost Glimmers
Breath hangs in the icy dawn.
By Darla M SeelyPublished 7 months ago • 1 min read
Wknter frost glimmers.
Breath hangs in the ucy dawn.
Trees wear silver crowns.
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Darla M Seely
I am 59 years old. I love to write poems, crochet, take photos, and make scrapbooks. I write poems about Jesus, love, friendship, how to improve, forgiveness, forgiveness, holidays. I enjoy making afghans for friends, family,
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