An Ill North Wind
the last remaining vestiges of autumn
bitter clingers
parched and weary
shriveled in dismay
harried and harassed by an ill north wind
launch into oblivion
to join the sea of lifeless carcasses
on the forest floor
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for the Winter Storm Poetry Contest
sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
written on 12/25/22
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