Salt burns the edges of the leaves
As the wind whips up the white sands
Stinging quartz crystals scour me
Before curtained and waving bands
Of deluge and flashing stark scenes
Can drive me here from where I stand
This coming tempest is set free
To assault my whimpering land
With wind and wave and leaning trees
And grasping gelid frost bound hands
It occurs that I am shivering
For 2021 is now at hand
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Author:
Eugene S. (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 1st, 2021 13:46
- Comment from author about the poem: If you type "lol" with a "😁", you can't be looked at as a pessimist....right? LOL 😏
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Comments1
Yes 2021 is now at hand and the spring will soon be with us and life starts once more.
Andy
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