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My implied imagery workshop poem

There is no warmth outside today
when ice and sleet cover the ground
beneath a freezing sky of gray
whose cold winds set the pines to sway.
No hints of autumn are around.

For this is winter at its worst
no thoughts of spring come into mind
shoulders hunch, cold lips are pursed
I survey a landscape that seems cursed
a world described, at best, unkind.

And now I top a final hill,
more chore than joy found in this walk.
I'm lucky not taking a spill
tripped by vine beside the tiny rill
or by a gimpy knee's cold balk.

I look about the bleak surroundings
and think of how all seasons end
All winters always lead to springs
but as things always lead to things
one day I'll feel my last cold wind.

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Structured: Western
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I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
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Comments

I'm the first to leave some words here for ya Stan.
But I needed to look up rill and thanks for that, it is a good thing if I need to learn just one word in a poem.

Your poem was a certain pleasure to read and I could see it all. You have a way of making it sing slowly. A kind of sad poem but wonderful as well.
The last stanza is wonderfully done with unusual devices that I don't recall the name to. It's the endings alike.

Basically I enjoyed this very much and am pleased that I came across it in the left behind stack. It wasn't left behind.
Later,

and,
that's how I see it.

Mark L.

I appreciate your stopping by to read this oldie which I brought back for workshop purposes.

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