Winter's Whipsaw Wares
Winds whip and whistle
past bark of branches bare
collar-cringing cold
winter's whipsaw wares
Frozen faces, fingers
tingling, trembling toes
shivers, shakes, sunken eyes
signal endless woes
A-howling and a-knocking
the nasty night unnerves
the gentle dreams of lovers
nestled in their curves
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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