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winter sighs

January 20, 2021
By Anonymous

Winter sighs—

cold blue eyes,

this, my dear,

you can’t deny:


Leaves are turning

round and round,

crystal daggers hit the ground,

of all which gray skies do abound,

the cold wind howls,

a pin-pricked ghoul


snow is falling,


hills are calling,


coated new and fresh once more—


Winter sighs,


and all which old


passes by.


The author's comments:

This poem was inspired by the freezing a fresh snow of winter brings. I thought it would be fun if I imagined what would happen if Winter ever sighed, and this poem illustrates that with vivid imagery.


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