Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Poetic Asides Thaw

When Winter Rules

The bitter cold has gripped the land in ice.
All’s frozen in its place and nothing moves.
The winter’s tightened grip exacts a price.  
The road is marked with stubborn frozen grooves.
The food stored in the cupboard must suffice,
As we inside will wait till temp improves.
So we’ve become subject to winter’s law
And dream of warmer days when comes spring’s thaw. 

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