Winter's Wrath

Autumn frosts my breath, forming white contrails of misty vapors, that get snatched away by a feisty breeze. Color swiftly diminishes, as the wind strips leaves from the trees. And scarecrows abandoned in the fields: suffer Winter's wrath.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Marcum Wong Avatar
January 7, 2022 at 3:13 PM
You elevated this form to a high level Emile. I loved your imagery in this poem. Congratulations on your win my friend. New year blessings xxoo
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January 7, 2022 at 6:16 PM
Thanks, Connie, I'm pleased to hear from you again, it's so nice to have you back my friend, you have been missed, Emile.
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January 7, 2022 at 10:14 AM
Hi Emile! Congratulations on your win. Even without the picture every word conveys this image. Sending you blessings for the new year.
Pinet Avatar
January 7, 2022 at 12:02 PM
Thanks, Sam, I wish you and yous a Happy New year my friend, Emile.
Bowden Avatar
January 6, 2022 at 11:40 PM
I’ve never heard of this form. It looks like fun to write. Congrats on your win.
Pinet Avatar
January 7, 2022 at 8:20 AM
Thanks, Craig, I appreciate your comments my friend, Emile.
Logan Avatar
December 21, 2021 at 2:43 AM
A great entry, Emile. I wish you well.
Pinet Avatar
December 21, 2021 at 7:06 AM
Thanks, Jenna, I welcome your comments my friend, Emile.
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December 20, 2021 at 12:50 PM
Hello Emile, that scarecrow takes a beating in the farmer's field in winter. covered in snow , then covered with mud or ice from a icy storm. Merry Christmas. My friend.
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December 20, 2021 at 4:20 PM
Hello emile, yes he does look beat up. the birds will not be scarwed of him in that shape. Your friend Darlene
Pinet Avatar
December 20, 2021 at 2:34 PM
Thanks, Darlene, yes he looks a little beat up, winter tends to do that to a fellow, my friend, Emile.
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December 20, 2021 at 8:55 AM
A very good one, Emile. I loved the illustration, too. You have such talent, my friend!
Pinet Avatar
December 20, 2021 at 9:31 AM
Thanks, Milt, I welcome your words my friend, Emile.
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