A metallic blue sky,
sun’s warmth only a dream.
On a very hurried walk ~
my eyes were bitten
slender knives of icy wind
snaked through my scarf,
the light wind forced itself
against my heavy winter coat,
gnawed on knees layered
with denim and fleece,
hands and feet warm
in mittens and boots.
Harsh glittering snow
was quickly left behind.
“Resist winter as you will - the cold will come.”
~ Terry Guillements
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