Her Icy Domain

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Underfoot, the snapping sound of frozen leaves curse Winter's name; as my frosty footsteps reduce them to memories. Fluffy flakes of virgin snow morph into swarms of ice pellets; biting and stinging, like an infestation of army ants. A wanton wind, like a jilted bride; slaps my face with a vengeful hand. Autumn is stripped of its color; leaving skeletal trees now stripped of leaves. And I feel the brunt of Winter's wrath; descend as She lays claim to Her icy domain.

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William Darnell Sr

Date: 8/29/2021 9:14:00 PM

Emile, the fantastic imagery in your work here gave me a bit more perspective as to the category. I believe I've only written one. Thanks for sharing. Best of Wishes, William

Emile Pinet
Date: 8/30/2021 6:15:00 AM

Thanks, William, your comments are most welcomed and appreciated my friend, Emile.

Joanna Daniel

Date: 8/1/2021 11:31:00 PM

Brilliant once again, Emile:)

Emile Pinet
Date: 8/2/2021 6:28:00 AM

Thanks, Jo, I appreciate your comments my friend, Emile.

Regina Mcintosh

Date: 8/1/2021 4:05:00 AM

I love this one too friend. God bless you always, Love, Gina

Emile Pinet
Date: 8/1/2021 8:16:00 AM

Thanks, Regina, I appreciate your comments my friend, Emile.

Brian Sambourne

Date: 1/4/2021 8:58:00 AM

Wonderful simile in your poem of the wind as a jilted bride that slaps an exposed face. Conveys strongly the winter wind's forceful impact. Memorable. Best wishes, Brian

Emile Pinet
Date: 1/10/2021 10:43:00 AM

Thanks Brian, I appreciate your comments my friend, Emile.