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Flurries to Fury

Wintry Wrath

By Mack D. AmesPublished about a month ago 1 min read
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Fresh flakes drift

In the sky.

Nothing else stirs. The

Air fills. Flurries

Laden become

Squalls driven by

Nor'easter winds. Blizzard now

Opens its fury. Hope dims

With every gust. No

Survivors.

Acrosticfact or fictionFor FunFree Versenature poetry

About the Creator

Mack D. Ames

Tongue-in-cheek humor. Educator & hobbyist writer in Maine, USA. Mid50s. Emotional. Forgiven. Thankful. One wife, 2 adult sons, 1 dog. Novel: Lost My Way in the Darkness: Jack's Journey. https://a.co/d/6UE59OY. Not pen name Bill M, partly.

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