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frozen
season's thawing
beneath wintry white coat,
frolicking blades of tender grass
lick at drops of melted flakes under the
skies of grey, casting sad shadows
throughout the day, and fresh
buds held in time,
frozen
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angels
wings, no longer
in flight, yet spread across
yards dancing in delight. Snowmen
built before Gods' thermostat awakens,
his finger points toward springtime
and breathes life into all
his fallen white
angels
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again,
the time arrives,
open your stale windows,
bring quilts of dust out into the
yard and beat patches of memories so
old man winter can see you are
destined for a new year
of promises,
again
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I know it's done quite often, but to me it lessens impact and makes for somewhat awkward breaks in flow.
Thanks so much for entering and good luck!
s


creatress




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