by Ethel Mortenson Davis
on the branch
of the bitterness
of winter’s coming.
Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, poems, Poetry
Tagged as bitterness of winter, branch, chokecherries, Davis, Ethel Mortenson Davis, reminder, winter's coming
Winter is a nice thought at this time of record setting heat.
I’m jumping the gun. Ethel
It seems every season has its precursive little sign of what is to come. Though this one has a bitter taste, your poem is lovely, Ethel.
A special brightness to you today. Love Ethel
Thank you, Ethel.
And to you also. ❤️💕
Glad. Love Ethel
Surely not. I’m still enjoying Summer and I’d hate to miss Autumn. 🙂
(I like the poem though.)
It is a symbol for the bitterness I feel in this country and what is coming on the earth. Ethel
On that level I concur 100 per cent, Ethel.
sweet berry poem.
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