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

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Alexis Y.

Date: 2/16/2021 6:47:00 PM

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

Gershon Wolf
Date: 2/16/2021 7:44:00 PM

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

Eric Cohen

Date: 2/16/2021 1:56:00 PM

Nice, Gershon. Wind Chill, bitter pill.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 2/16/2021 5:05:00 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

Date: 2/16/2021 1:48:00 PM

wow, excellent use of footles, Gershon.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 2/16/2021 5:09:00 PM

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

Janice Canerdy

Date: 2/16/2021 10:42:00 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
Date: 2/16/2021 5:11:00 PM

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

John Watt

Date: 2/15/2021 9:33:00 PM

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

Gershon Wolf
Date: 2/16/2021 5:21:00 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.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 2/15/2021 9:20:00 PM

Frostbite, you have that right! Spring over the hill, out of sight!

Gershon Wolf
Date: 2/16/2021 5:23:00 PM

Spring is something I've lost in my step. :) gw