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Evergreen

sprucebranch

Frozen,

wrapped in icicle lights,

pummelled with Arctic blasts;

snow-whipped,

frigid-crisped,

cursed with frosty casts.

Short days,

perennial nights,

benumbed betwixt and between;

underdogged, trodden-downed,

and yet –

evergreen.

Frosty Player

Cold shoulders,

frigid stare;

numbed emotions,

glacial air.

Veins of ice

that chill to the bone –

frosty player

with soul of stone.

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This piece marks poem 400!  This was not begun as a poetry blog.  But my readers enjoyed and supported my first attempts – and a poet has been born!  THANK YOU!