Poem -
Winter
Bitter cold she'll blow.
Too frigid for snow
Frozen tis heart of ice
Stilled waters pay price
Keeper of seasons past
After autumn sighs her last
Icy breaths in vain
Only smoke will remain
Deity bitter cold
Her malice foretold
Nary cross this lass
Glacial victims amass
In castle made of ice
She rules with iron vise
Within solstice of wintertime
Awaiting spring to chime
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there's scant little more appealing than awaiting on Spring to chime .. and knowing its only just round the corner :)Β
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I just love how you carefully chosen words match the magical images so precisely Lisa...you are so good to read x
thank you Marion I appreciate you stopping by to leave a comment