Winters street

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Cold! so cold, frost gilded winters stare.

Crack, gnarled branch laid bare.

Icy crystals spectrum glare.

Reflects streets arctic thoroughfare.

Who's salt tinged road beyond repair.

Is lagged by persons here and there.


Siberian star flecked snowy skies.

Screeching owls, witch coloured cries.

Homeward muffled muttering sighs.

The wool draped creatures recognise.

Decrepit, stiffening football rise.

Crush crumpled winter wallpaper seize.


Cold! so freezing cold, the spangled starlings cringe.

Grass icicles green tinge.

Aged lines so crooked twinge.

Under the cosh of winters whinge.

Which crusts the eyebrows snow ploughed fringe.

Arrayed against ice diamonds singe.


Sun baked sand sees snowflake crowded high.

Bleak burnished blackbirds fly.

Violet tinged the silvery sky.

Through which warmth drained breezes sigh.

And freeze ice fingers as they lie.

Below the windows leaf spattered eye.

Cold, so bitter cold! the winters cry.







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