A Winters Tale
A WINTER’S TALE
Harrow winds in vales the gale
Make objects on things impale
Shutters slam shut open again
Roofless cabins; with no panes
Of hair and scarf; whipped face
Scars left as in patterns of lace
Pressures bore of such a force
As nature left to run its course
Winter madness kills ones core
As from your body cloth is tore
Only ones God can one implore
Yet to your plea he does ignore
No rock or tree given to rescue
As forces sent; to oppress you
Your welted soles; water seeps
Vision blinded eyes doth weeps
Thunder cracks a harrowing call
Before leaving with morning fall
Refuge is found against the gale
As you have lived to tell the tale
Indiana Shaw . . . -_-
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2019
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