A mind of winter is a terrible thing to waste

Dave BontaContemplative

A morning with fine, clear frost. Winter makes us fear, drink, bet, sin better and spend time lost.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Sunday 26 January 1661/62.

Dave Bonta
SourceLicence:CC BY-SA 4.0
Mood:
Contemplative
Topics:
winter, morning, time, frost

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