Snowed In

fiend's grin
snowed in

bones cold
feel old

frostbite
skin's blight      

day's gray 
like clay

stars dark
no spark

sans hope
twist ~ rope

darknightsnowfootle

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Alexis Y.

February 16, 2021 at 6:47 PM

Hi Gershon, You described what happens in the Winter season one of my favorite forms:-) Alexis

Gershon Wolf

February 16, 2021 at 7:44 PM

The footle -- a poetic 'Dr Doolittle!' Cheers, gw

Eric Cohen

February 16, 2021 at 1:56 PM

Nice, Gershon. Wind Chill, bitter pill.

Gershon Wolf

February 16, 2021 at 5:05 PM

Ha, ha! Like your footle comment there, Eric! Yesterday (Monday) we got an additional 18 inches of snow in our area of Chicago, for a total of 40 inches on the ground. Winter wonderland, if you love shoveling... Peace, Gershon

Andrea Dietrich

February 16, 2021 at 1:48 PM

wow, excellent use of footles, Gershon.

Gershon Wolf

February 16, 2021 at 5:09 PM

Thanks for the spirited comment, Andrea! ~ More Snow, Gotta go (shovel). :)

Janice Canerdy

February 16, 2021 at 10:42 AM

This is poem is true even for me--in Mississippi. Snow, ice, temps ranging from 3 to 20! Good job on a challenging style, Gershon. Janice

Gershon Wolf

February 16, 2021 at 5:11 PM

Whoa! That cold in Mississipi! Hard to believe. Hang in there, Janice. :) gw

John Watt

February 15, 2021 at 9:33 PM

Clever and succinct in your depictions of a dreary winter day, GW. Can't wait for spring to arrive ~ John

Gershon Wolf

February 16, 2021 at 5:21 PM

Me, neither, John! Pitchers and Catchers report to most MLB teams tomorrow (Wed., Feb. 17). One sign of Spring... Maybe if they shortened Spring Training, the weather would have to warm up faster. (Fat Chance, eh?!). Here's Hoping.