I Am Casting Out The Dust Of Winter Poem by Terence George Craddock

I am casting out the dust of winter
winter cold came creeping into an autumn house
creeping into cold blue winter biting empty spaces

I am casting out the dust of winter
in this expected traditional coldest in the year month
two weeks cold eaten a third two days into the forth

I am casting out the dust of winter
dust cold mist came creeping into breath cold spaces creeping
time age creeping dust is a film over winter days dust sleeping

I am casting out the dust of winter
days dark starting walking to work in a station wagon mail delivering
winter roads mail boxes rural delivery to blue mountain route driving

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