Winter’s Bleak Weather

You will fly
Home today
From far away
And I
May give in
To sin
In winter’s bleak weather.

I am no saint.
The idea is quaint
In these modern times.
But does Man’s pleasure
In composing rhymes
To slim young women
Equate to sin?

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K Morris – Poet