This book holds the items for the contest I enter in 2019, 2020, and beyond. |
The Crying Time of Year It's the crying time of year! Short days and long nights, contribute to the loneliness and fear. It was in dark December, when the snow was pilling high and the Christmas lights were making children sing that you left without telling me why. It's the crying time of year, when silver bells are ringing, carolers are singing, and snow people decorate city yards. Poet's Note: ▶︎ |