Ubiquitous Deathlike White
The harsh season of winter
has its grip upon the land.
Strong gusty winds are blowing,
exacerbating the cold.
Precipitation is snow.
Tons of solid crystals fall.
They lie on the hardened ground.
Lakes and streams are not flowing
Trees are devoid of their leaves.
The ice hangs like stalactites.
Green growth is inhibited.
No flowers found anywhere.
Barren lifeless surroundings.
Ubiquitous deathlike white.
Come in from out of the freeze.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2011
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