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WInter's Icy Grasp

The wind is plucking at  my sweater

with its icy fingers,

as the sun shines faintly,

a fruitless battle against the frigid air.

I look at the winter sky

and wonder~

where do we Floridians go

to escape Winter's grasp?

© annettealaine-2014

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I'll tell you this much:

Do NOT come to Vermont!

Nice work, AT.

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Very nice, Annette. I

Very nice, Annette. I especially love the imagery of the opening line.

It's been an early spring here. The weather has been absolutely bonkers for winter so far.