Winter

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The Moors

The Moors

The silver light of the moon shines down
On glistening ice upon the ground
Tis the only light...

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My Winter

My Winter

Mist, dew, frost and cloud
Strangers on a train
Off to work in darkness
At night-time...

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Summertime

Why do we all moan we are cold throughout the winter?
Sitting, wishing and hoping that soon the heat...

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Night of the last rain of...

Night of the last rain of winter.

Backseat casual conversations,
Were just that; words of random.
Theories of the nonexistent...

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A Slice Of Winter.

A Slice Of Winter.

A Slice Of Winter.
By
L.M.Robbins
The roofs are dusted in winter's dandruff.
...

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Spring

Spring into Summer
Spring into sun
Spring into boredom
Spring into fun

Spring...

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Seasons

Summer can sometimes be a bummer.
the heat can sometimes leave you beat.
But surely enough it...

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Frost

Frost falls onto a sun filled day
The cold begins to form
Clouds begin to gather
...

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HESITATION

HESITATION

A stream in the woods
air bubbles drifting
under ice rink,
life's slithering into a...

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Curious imaginations

Curious imaginations

In one of those infamous nights,
I glanced outside the window,
The rain was reincarnated,...

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The End of Winters Cold

The End of Winters Cold

Icicles hanging from our shed roof,capturing melted snow
As winter once again,raises its dreary...

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stormy weather

stormy weather

wild wintry winds woosh wind
slates down-crash
smash to smithereens
on footpath...

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Icy

Icy

Winters symphony

Drummers conjure numbing winds

Frigid tragedy

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See the Fading

See the Fading

The trees sport colors bright
Reds
Oranges
And yellows
Like Nature’s art...

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In the coarse and barren...

In the coarse and barren winter.

All is quiet and dark

In The fields and the woods
...

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Winter

Winter

Dry, cracked: lips, skin, air
Tingling electricity
A crisp, biting wind

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Alone on a Sunday night

Alone on a Sunday night

She sat alone wrapped in grey and indigo
Feeling blue
Burgundy surrounded her
Wrapping...