
skinny twigs of mighty trees
flailing brittle arms,
with faux bravado, fighting cold
frigid sky purses thin blue lips
shuts off pleas
its not me! Winter's your foe
wicked wild wind wooshes ruthless
chilling earth to the core
ice crusted air ferries flakes of snow
survival is moot, fear is visceral
our esprit de corps is manacled
teeth chatter a staccato
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MLM’s Saturday mix – faux,foe, core, corps; Cee’s FOTD , FOWC visceral, dVerse OLN
Love this!💙
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Thank you Punam ☺️
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❤️😊
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So true!! Outside my window those “flailing brittle arms” are fighting off falling snow to no avail. It looks pretty from this side of the pane but less so when I have to make a trip outside!!!
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Wicked wild wind wooshes ❣️
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Haha… you like alliteration don’t you? Thanks David
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Very nice. Sorry for the late read- lots going on!
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I’m late too 🙂 Thanks for reading…means a lot to me
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Like the chatter..the sky blaming winter! And the sounds in this fine poem..
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So glad you …heard 🙂
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You captured the feel of winter, that wicked wild wind, nice alliteration.
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Yvonne…thank you!🙂
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Beautiful! Loved it! Well shared
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Thank you Priti. Loved that you enjoyed 😊
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Yet winter feels so magical, especially when you are sitting in your warmth on the other side of the cold bitter wind!
This is beautifully composed.
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Oh lovely! Wish you the warmth on the other side. And thank you for the follow 🙂
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