Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

A Winter's Tale

Clutching a sapling
  no port in the storm
Torn from its moorings
  No hope to keep warm

A waif of a girl
  wrapped in shawl and waistcoat
She’d not survive long
  her voice stuck in her throat…

When the blizzard abated
  she was found frozen stiff
buried alive ‘neath a snowmound
  Mother Nature not a finger did lift

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Caren Krutsinger April 22, 2022 at 2:24 AM Oh ouch! So sad!

Tom Cunningham April 20, 2022 at 12:12 AM The weather can be cruel when we're not prepared for it. Tom Gershon Wolf April 20, 2022 at 2:26 PM I'd rather see the weather warm up and ditch its sinister face, Tom. :)

Kim Rodrigues April 19, 2022 at 6:59 PM A very sad tale…all alone where mother nature won’t help her out. Gershon Wolf April 19, 2022 at 7:09 PM 'Nature' doesn't always nurture... 'Earthquakes, tornadoes, avalanches... Enough, already! Where's Spring?!