Sunday, February 20, 2011

Wintry Wind

by Me

The wind she howls,
her icy breath bites and
nips landscape's heels.

Trees huddle, their shaking
branches pointing long fingers
into the night.

Snow blows and lifts into
twirling images - ladies
dancing with their veils.

This night she knows no whispers.
This night she howls...

4 comments:

bobgen (raleigh) said...
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Anonymous said...

Hauntingly exquisite. I'm there!

Charles Grosvenor said...
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ms. muse said...

Of course, Charles, I'd be flattered.