Spoil

As frost bites the new found shoots of green,

Poking through dark soil,

Will Winter kill all chance of life,

Bright blooms too quick to spoil.

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2 thoughts on “Spoil

  1. Jane says:

    Hi Peter – found this through your page on ABC Tales. Very struck by your poem ‘Change’. Don’t know how I haven’t kept up with your stuff before but I will from now on! You have a real and very enviable talent for putting a lot of things in a very few words. All the best, Jane (airyfairy on ABC Tales)

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