MADD WINTER COUNTDOWN#43

WINTER’S IRE

swaddled but for few fleeting hours
Madasahatter572 mooned in
Spring’s meager mirage

O, aye
Even a worm will turn’,
and she turns
wielding with Winter’s wrath

pouring down pristine powder
bellowing with icy winds
bringing brittle bones near breaking
begetting bitter beings to beseech
for the sleep of eternity
as Winter’s sunlight settles once more…

alliteration

GOD’S GOOD GRACE

Soft winter blessings –
diaphanous sakura
soar into oblivion.

katauta

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