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Flurries flutter to the street as sheets of ice fall, people shudder
in the bitter cold as the season’s
cold shutters,
captures captives with frozen capillaries.
Windows shutter,
The eyes of the souls mutter
“Winter is coming”.
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E.K. Daniels
Writer, watercolorist, and regular at the restaurant at the end of the universe. Twitter @inkladen
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Comments (2)
What a great poem. Loved this. Well Done!!
Such a great transition from shudder to shutter to mutter! Love this, E.K!