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Engulfed by what the wind blew in, she shudders in her sleep; talons of the purest ice carve memories so deep they wrap her in a snowy grave, where dreams become her days; her heart cries foul, she prays for hope, and waits for Summer’s rays.
Engulfed by what the wind blew in,
she shudders in her sleep;
talons of the purest ice
carve memories so deep
they wrap her in a snowy grave,
where dreams become her days;
her heart cries foul, she prays for hope,
and waits for Summer’s rays.
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Melody, your winter poems and pictures are so lovely, that I’m chomping at the bit for snow, now! But I, too, wait “for Summer’s rays” in more ways than one. We had a snow tease the other morning… but it turned to rain before it could paint the ground white!
Blessings ~ Wendy
It certainly is beautiful. Too bad that it came a month earlier than ‘normal’! But what is normal, besides a setting on the dryer, as the saying goes? 🙂
I love the part where her heart cries foul! 🙂 We have a ways to go for those summer rays, don’t we? Well, at least we have your beautiful poetry to keep us warm and remembering!
Thank you Debbie! What a nice thought for the day…
This is a “hmmm” one for me, so I probably should just leave it at that. Beautiful images–verse and photo!!
Told you I had a lot of fodder! Um, not for the cattle – for poems… 🙂
You’re probably wishing it was cattle fodder, not the heart kind, eh?
Sometimes I think about how differently I would be choosing my course material – but that seems to be out of my area of control. 🙂
True.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
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