Winter Poem Fragment #6 (28 December, 2015) by meghanleborious | Jan 4, 2018 | Poetics | 0 comments It is late and cold. A tiny, rusted windchime sounds. I hear geese in the distance. I drop my shoulders. Submit a Comment Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment.