Winter

Posted: January 13, 2014 in Poetry
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Winter is a fickle thing:

friend to children who smile

as large flakes swirl down in slow twisters,

and the land pulls this new blanket

over its face, and sleeps;

fiend to the modern conveniences

of orange and yellow, electric cities

whose black paths narrow and crystallize-

traps set for distracted humans

who have forgotten how

powerful nature can be.

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