Old Man Winter Poem by David Nelson Bradsher

Old Man Winter



Winter is nasty in his dying throes,
an old curmudgeon long beyond his years,
expelling winds, like curses, as he blows
to either freeze or burn uncovered ears.

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David Nelson Bradsher

David Nelson Bradsher

Raleigh, North Carolina
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