The Moon barely glows
Through the blue blur of snow
And the paths choked
Where I usually go
A write any Canadian can relate with. Some wonderful penning you offered up tonight:)
The Moon barely glows
Through the blue blur of snow
And the paths choked
Where I usually go
A write any Canadian can relate with. Some wonderful penning you offered up tonight:)
ha ha, you're right - familiar images like the Group of Seven, only in words, lol