Winter spins a white quilt
Of lonely words and snow.
Her bitter cold spreads everywhere,
Into every place we know.
Winter's cold despair,
She sings a haunting song
Of bitterness and hungry cold;
She sings all season long.
Sleet her shivering tears,
Frost her icy dress,
To the dead black trees
Her lips will surely press.
She kisses them with coldness,
Covers them with death.
In her white and frigid room
They will have to rest.
Please tell me what you think
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great
i enjoyed the rythm and how you made winter into a a woman. very good. i love it, keep it up!
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I love winters with lots of snow and days off from school! This also bring to mind my childhood. Thank you for renewing the best memories I have.
Smile,
Judy
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Well written. HowI remember the winters of my childhood.You brought back a lot of memories. I live on the southern coast and have not seen snow in a few ywars. Your write made me cold again.
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a very good write from you this is. i am not looking forward to winter though. thank you for sharing this with me and i am looking forward to reading more from you in the near future. viyanna rosemarie
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good personification you have talent! good job!
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Oh I think this is really good
Sleet her shivering tears,
Frost her icy dress,
To the dead black trees
Her lips will surely press.
Thanks for sharing best wishes
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