Dead Winter
Deadly frigid air flows thru into your skin.
Even though you are covered heavily not thin,
Ailing bones are chilled and ache from within.
Driving your soul to seek warmth, even in sin,
Winter is always brutal no matter when it does begin.
I endure the opacity, much as possible within my den.
Nearer the intensity grows; I know soon spring will win.
Traces of a devil in white, deceiver that brings chagrin,
Evil darkness with blinding whiteness portrays Mickey Finn.
Revelations that you hide will slip up unto pallid skin.
An Acrostic / Monorhyme
written for
Sponsor Sidney ~ LeeAnn
Contest Name Dead Winter
written by
Cecil Hickman
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