Cast shadows in the cutting darkness,
Bitter winds without,
Keening darkly, piercing souls.
Grey to black the skies succumb,
Hell’s fortune takes a hold.
Cloaking stars, this shroud of night
Bedevilled,
Fraught intention.
Limbs yield, submit to strength,
Trees sway in rapt attention.
Too chilled the dusk
To venture forth,
Impending nightfall blurs the track,
A wanted warmth remains inside
Where comfort welcomes back.
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Great imagery. I felt the cold bitterness and wildness of the scene. Blessings, Natalie 🙂
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Thank you. Wrapping up warm and snuggling in. 🙂 x
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sounds like it’s very chilly over there lovely. x
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Tucked up inside. :)x
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