Poem For A Winter’s Evening

A remembered romance

I’m not quite sure what brought this to mind. It doesn’t matter I suppose. Perhaps that’s what happens when you get older; your mind teases you by recalling bits of your past.

I always like to post a picture with my stories and poems. This was as good as I could find (and it is a nice photo), though it doesn’t quite fit the reality behind the poem. Picture it flatter and grimmer, with a marsh here and there bordered by woodlands. No, marsh is too elegant. Try swamp instead. I hope that helps.



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