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Mittens are Numb
Mittens are numb, gone are leaves
as winds whisper, trees into totems
the souls of the woods as nature mourns
a single oak where a heart of bark failed
the misting frost rises turning into wings
as a heavy hush in a frozen realm
leaving no footprints to mar the scene
as winds whisper, trees into totems
the souls of the woods as nature mourns
a single oak where a heart of bark failed
the misting frost rises turning into wings
as a heavy hush in a frozen realm
leaving no footprints to mar the scene
Published 14th Mar 2024
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14th Mar 2024 9:59pm
Mittens are numb, made me think of being a child and staying out in the snow with frozen wet mittens, I love the second line such a stark and clever image. very nice write. Best Keith
14th Mar 2024 10:03pm
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15th Mar 2024 3:46am
Dear A,
I enjoyed the descriptive scenery you write about in this poem. Brought to mind so many fun childhood winters. Terrific write. H🌷
I enjoyed the descriptive scenery you write about in this poem. Brought to mind so many fun childhood winters. Terrific write. H🌷
15th Mar 2024 3:48am
