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A Winters 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 © | Year Posted 2019

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Date: 9/26/2019 12:11:00 AM
Brrr! this winter for real in your lines. Thanks for sharing #Matt
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Date: 9/20/2019 10:14:00 PM
Nice couplet poeming. Liked the shivery feel of this winter tale.
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