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Winter Winds

Winter winds blustery, keen, and bold Blast their way across denuded meadow Ushering in north’s bitter cold Shaking their fists with much bravado Bending low the towering sages Leaving not a trace of phantom shadow Like summer’s violent thunderstorm rages Frightening all the furry little creatures Scurrying about in various stages Most feared of all the winter features The scary, howling through a shingled roof Like a Sunday morning’s manic preachers Though unseen they need no proof The winter winds do not remain aloof.

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 12/16/2021 6:23:00 AM

You have done winter proud here, Hank. Your description brought winter quickly into my heart.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 12/16/2021 9:04:00 AM

You know, Caren, I sort of like this terza rima pattern myself. It is wintry, indeed!

Delice Arleen Skelly

Date: 12/16/2021 5:32:00 AM

Ooh, winter winds whistle through this piece of writing...Delice

L Milton Hankins
Date: 12/16/2021 9:06:00 AM

Thanks, Delice. I hate to hear the whistling sound the winds make. And, of course, we had that recent tragedy here in Kentucky. I appreciate your interest in my poetry, Delice.