Sunday, November 30, 2025

Empty Calendar poem number 695 by Angela

 Poe number 695


On the first day of the year

I have a new calendar

More than three hundred days to fill

I can do anything I will


To fill the year, if you are bored

There's a card for every season

A food, a dress, which more or less

At one time had a reason


Fashion will find new colours

And shops will find new goods

New flowers, leaves, trees and birds

In each city, river, or wood

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