It bites . . .

 

. . . the pimples on your cheeks

and eases in your laughter lines.

A dried out sun cracks brackish greys –

today it smells mid winter.

 

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5 Comments

Filed under musings, poetry, seasons, words

5 responses to “It bites . . .

  1. Interesting! Night …..hugs Paula xx

  2. wisejourney

    truly freezing in England right now

  3. exiledprospero

    And so long, it seems, till spring…

  4. Golly ! I hope not too long….

  5. mj

    very nice… our winter is on its way out. 🙂

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