


WINTER BEGINS
Though squirrels still scurry for food, the snowflakes fill all the sky and blanket all the earth below

ORPHAN CHILD
One day when I was not yet six, I found in the early morning a baby doll lying lost upon my porch...

QUIET WORLD OF WINTER
A Winter memory from the poet’s childhood.

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