raspy cawing voice of crows
calling to their ancient foes
of snow and ice and wind that blows
bitter steely sound grows and grows
nipping through wool socks to toes
Tag Archives: Cold
winter wasteland…by Toni L.A. Cross
barren wasteland
of frozen water
stretching on
til the mountains begin
I lumber forward
like an ancient polar bear
trudging through the
groaning powder
cast off by the wintry heavens
even the sun
seems austere and cold
and reflects like white fire
in my bleary eyes
as the wind cuts and slaps
like a relentless scourge
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sugar-plum fairy of snot, by Toni L.A. Cross 1/25/10
I’ve been sick- here is how I spent my weekend…
sequestered indoors with a stuffy nose looking through the blinds at sunshine reflecting off snow beckoning me to come out and play wishing I was well and feeling all caged up like a bear at a zoo floating around in the land of Sudafed like the sugar-plum fairy of snot
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