Frozen Terrain

Stepping into the frozen terrain has left me breathless…

Incased in snow pillars stand tall above the sharp edges of snow drifts…

The scene is surreal in front of me…abandoned buildings awaiting for the cruel wind to wipe away what once was held dear…

Sunk deep in the hollow crevices of this harsh wet slush… I am speechless… this fierce winter has left nothing but desolate ruins…

Breathing deeply I cough as my throat is smothered... in this crippling... damp cold air…
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Pinet Avatar
March 5, 2015 at 3:38 PM
Your descriptive use of the English language and your suburb imagery are second to none. Well done. Emile. #7
Anderson Avatar
March 5, 2015 at 6:19 PM
Emile, thank you! This winter has inspired me to write. But I have to say I am ready for the warm.
Meade Avatar
March 4, 2015 at 7:35 PM
Hey you!! it's been a long cold winter!! Here a big warm hug -- spring is almost here. I was happy to see your post -- keep warm my dear friend.
Anderson Avatar
March 4, 2015 at 7:52 PM
Awe thank you dear David! All that had been consuming my thoughts is this harsh winter. I can't seem to get past it! Spring better hurry. Lol
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