Today's poem is an attempt at a Terzanelle from the prompt, Grey Bones. Enjoy. Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Grey Bones Comes a shadow of winter’s endwhen the night wind blows coldComes a shadow of winter’s endFrom the hoary lichen and mold,the dead moan a sweet refrainwhen the night wind blows coldIn falling snow and... Continue Reading →