a verse each

@a certain sadness wrote:

From across the salty marsh
its flight does glide with ease
i wish my wings could see
the cool night winter breeze.

the winters Breeze of a Scottish Autumn,
that was once a winter cold chill.
so while you bask, in late summers glory.
i find myself enthralled:
in curious winters.fear no more.. the heat of the sun.

and so say ye.this is pish,
as dorothy parkers ghost. i wish.
sullen voices o sullen people,
get a grip and break a mould.
for if ye ived in Scotland.. you MAY appreciate the cold. !