Winter
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Whispering snow falls gently from bare tangled branches, and
Icicles dangle like shining chandeliers from roofs
Nothing exists beyond this frozen landscape . . .
Tentative, halting my footsteps in the frigid white, where
Everything in this petrified realm sparkles, and
Reality fades while I lose myself in this winter walk
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October 3, 2014
Poetry/Acrostic/Winter
Copyright Protected, ID 10-604-704-03
All Rights Reserved, 2014, Constance La France
For the contest, Seasonal Acrostic,
Sponsor Charlotte Puddifoot, Judged 10/2014
Third Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2014
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