Being One With Nature

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The weary wild wind

The weary wild
Wind whistles
It’s woebegone
Song of sorrow .
That is swiftly
followed
By the crisped
Snowflake
Filled air.
Washing the world
into winter
for all to share.

About This Poem

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Region, Country: Virginia, USA

Favorite Poets: Edgar Allan Poe homer Dante Alighieri Oscar Wilde

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Comments

I wouldn't change a thing...

This is a change from season to season and a nice change from you. I can feel the cold, frigid air blowing and whipping the snowflakes around me. ~ Geez.
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