A Cranberry

I have a cranberry on my porch
who listens to the snow
this is what he tells me
so this is what I know.

He whispers to the wind
and looks towards the trees
this is what he tells me
so this is what I see.

I have a cranberry on my porch
who dances with the rain
this he what he tells me
as he plays his dancing game.

 

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4 comments on “A Cranberry

  1. Vivek says:

    Even if this poem was old, you must be better at poetry now…!

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