Poetry from Shell McClendon

(Poetry from Shell McClendon, you may recognize her as ZanneQuinn, her pen name)

shall come soon

the wind chimes wild

will sound with heavy their haunting bells

and I will wait by the window

peering through the frosted glass

for the pink blush of sky

sure sign of winter’s first snow

& I will dance in the falling

remembering the ghost of you

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