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The weary wild wind

Submitted by Edward nigma on Sat, 2020-11-14 09:05

The weary wild
Wind whistles
It’s woebegone
Song of sorrow .
That is swiftly
followed
By the crisped
Snowflake
Filled air.
Washing the world
into winter
for all to share.

Editing stage:

Editing - rough draft

Contest:

Being One With Nature

Content level:

Not Explicit Content

Comments

Geezer

Sat, 2020-11-14 09:18

I wouldn't change a thing...

This is a change from season to season and a nice change from you. I can feel the cold, frigid air blowing and whipping the snowflakes around me. ~ Geez.
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Edward nigma

Sat, 2020-11-14 10:09