The wind blows,
the branches barron.
An icy chill in the air,
with sunny skies.
Noses are drooling,
toes are freezing.
Alas, the skies never cry,
their cold pleasure never comes.
The children used to stare up,
now they just look saddly down.
Author notes
Welcome to North Carolina
A contest entry
- QUICKIE: seasons [3/4] by etoile.
550 points, ended November 17, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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i totaly love this babe...
you havent been on this in like forever
really good write...
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barron --> barren
saddly --> sadly
i liked the imagery in the first stanza a lot. it was nicely written and this was a good take on the prompt.
it had a sad tone to it which i also enjoyed.
thanks for entering and goodluck
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