Saturn Frost

When first snow of

winter,

Pure and clean,



Saturn frost makes the

scene.



He lives where the oak

trees grow,

Near a meadow, where

the waters flo.





Leaves and berries, is

his thing,

He makes his computer

sing.



Works on them all day

long,

While he works, sings

a song.



Has a girl friend named

Kate,

Met her at the garden

gate.


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J-C4113D's picture

Forgive my ignorance for asking, but the poem doesn't seem to come to closure, and the details seem to exist for the rhymes. That said, I am curious as to what the poem is really about. I have seen several of your poems, and have hitherto restrained my curiosity; but on this one, I cannot resist.


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