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Feb Fatale

alone and brave
so proudly he waves
born against frosty Wind
fragile, solitary Sprout


doesn't he know
come one fatal Snow
or one life-crushing Storm
that he'll surely be snuffed out?

Copyright © Donna Golden | Year Posted 2009

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John Heck Date: 1/24/2009 12:15:00 PM Clever and witty, Donna. This poem made me smile and ponder it's underRlying meaning. Hope you're having a great weekend. Peac always, John Login to Reply

Brian Strand Date: 1/22/2009 11:31:00 PM Very amusing Donna.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments Login to Reply

Elaine George Date: 1/22/2009 4:40:00 AM You paint a vivid picture with this one, Donna. Great writing! and thank you for your kind comments on 'The Rose and The Thorn' Love and peace, Lainie Login to Reply

Kristin Reynolds Date: 1/20/2009 3:00:00 AM I love this, myu spirit is February, and I'm almost certain he knows his chances, and doesn't care - either way. ;) Excellent poem filled with wisdom, love, Kristin Login to Reply

Michaela Payne Date: 1/19/2009 7:22:00 PM I like this I can picture it, it always seems like when the sprouts come out there's one last blow of winters chill. Wonderful write, thank you for your kind words on my poem, it's much appreciated :) Blessings, ~Michaela~ Login to Reply

Daver Austin Date: 1/19/2009 6:32:00 PM I like this one, Donna. Puts me in mind of the birds and squirrels digging in the snow for just one sprout to feast on. This particular winter in Michigan is endless. Good write. Love, daver Login to Reply

Judy Riley Date: 1/19/2009 3:24:00 PM The image of Utah, the crops and plants always get ahead of the last frost, well put in your short but discriptave poem. A joy to read, still gives us hope for warmer weather when anything sprouts. Nice work, creative. Judy riley Login to Reply