Laughter of Winter Wind

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Wind’s Hair ⓒBearspawprint2015 01.26.2015

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Beautiful Winter Wind
Blows, blows cold
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She whirls here,
Gusts there
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She sweeps winter trees
Clean of their dead
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Wind’s wild hair
Streaming blue, silver,
A rainbow that whips clouds
Into frothing mad chaos
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Black swirling skirts
Black flying cloak
Block sunlight
Now here, now miles away,
Strobe erratic light,
Days and nights
Flicker in a moment.
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Wind sings,
Wailing and free
Whistling gales,
Exulting in her own freedom,
She ignores the frantic
Small beings,
Craving warmth and comfort,
Hiding beneath roofs,
And tented arms,
Or Cowering away in nests
And dug out burrows.
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Her wild flailing hair
The drumming trees,
And staccato small trash
The stabbing icy wetness
The biting harsh cold
Invokes the laughter of
Winter Wind,
As she sings and dances.
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Bear … 01.25.2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015
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Strobe Light Clouids ⓒBearspawprint2015 01.26.2015

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