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Ode to Winter

December 2, 2019
By katplaza BRONZE, Mclean, Virginia
katplaza BRONZE, Mclean, Virginia
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Oh, forget that. 

Those pandering, whimpering verses

Who hath not seen thee oft among thy store?

I want power. 

Real power -

Wind that knocks the papers out of bony hands

And icicles that dagger off of dripping beards

And frost that chaps exposed noses

Till they bleed. 

Bury me in drifts that sting my knees and numb my toes

Like a reminder 

That you belong to no one,

That you were here before anything, 

Before light and sun and shade. 

So Winter,

Thou hast thy music too,

Forget mercy

Do not spare a cent. 



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