This poem describes that wintery kind of feeling that steals over us when we least expect it.

Written 12.22.2010

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A poem written while listening to classical music during a winter storm.

Fall.

I had the inspiration to write this poem after seeing a bare tree with all its leaves stolen by winter.

There is no point in reaching out for something you can’t have.

A.N.Trani.

I wish I was.

Last night I dreamed of you.

I Cannot grow here in your shade…………

Just another poem from that I dont know where it came from enjoy.