The night was cold and frosty, There’s no more to tell. (A Frosty Night by Robert Graves)
The night was cold and frosty,
There’s no more to tell.
Who am I? Just me.
Photographs, Somerset
frosty mornings, Love Somerset, Somerset, winter
January 21, 2017 at 6:03 pm
Reminded me of my favourite poem “The Cold Within”. Give it a shot at reading! It’s great!
January 21, 2017 at 6:08 pm
Thanks, I’ll find it.
It’s by James Patrick Kinney.
February 2, 2017 at 1:31 pm
I just read the poem (yes it has taken me a while to get around to it). Thank you for referring me to it, it’s really thought provoking.
February 2, 2017 at 1:42 pm
Anytime 🙂
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January 21, 2017 at 6:03 pm
Reminded me of my favourite poem “The Cold Within”. Give it a shot at reading! It’s great!
January 21, 2017 at 6:08 pm
Thanks, I’ll find it.
January 21, 2017 at 6:08 pm
It’s by James Patrick Kinney.
February 2, 2017 at 1:31 pm
I just read the poem (yes it has taken me a while to get around to it). Thank you for referring me to it, it’s really thought provoking.
February 2, 2017 at 1:42 pm
Anytime 🙂