You bare icy cold fingers
Ravaging bones of trees
While the moon is voyeuring
Move on!
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© by rgb for “On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea”, 2011-2012
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Brrrr! I felt this and completely sympathize.
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How well you phrase my wish this weekend for winter to hurry and pass on here in the DeepSouth!
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I am so ready for warmth…even though our own Winter has been rather mild. They are predicting very cold weather for the next week. I so agree with you here.
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Takes my breathe away — and if I was outside in your poem, I would see plumes of it wrapping my head and the winter world in puffs of translucent white.
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Love this response to the moon and trees. I certainly have icy fingers in my yard tonite.
Thanks for the words and image.
Peace,
Siggi in Downeast Maine
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Love this….it is so short, but it is a powerful picture of winter.
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