Winter Survival
Iced winds chill the atmosphere,
Causing strife, worry and morbid fear,
Cutting through to every fibre,
No choice but to become a survivor!
Plumage gone, deceased!
As icy winds strengthen like some Maddening beast,
Cutting through every fibre,
Only choice to be strong, become a survivor!
Warmer winds and sun that shines,
Will return in its time,
Warming through to every fibre,
Proving to one and all,... WE are survivors!

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Great poem :)
ReplyDeleteI like the repetition of 'survivor'.
smiles....it will...the seasons remind us how quick things change and survival has to last only a season...nice response...and great to see you...smiles.
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