Sunday, January 16, 2011

Tears of Winter

Winter holds my world
Tight in her snowy fist.
She laughs at me through
Icicle teeth and frostbitten lips.
Now and again her grip
Loosens for just a moment
When skies go blue.
The sun wobbles out
Yellow and punkin orange.
A hint of green peeks through
Grasses alive and eternal green.
She is angered and hurt
Her tears fall to the ground
As wet and sodden snowflakes.
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