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Winter's Final Gasp
Porcelain shroud slowly falls; hapless Mother trapped inside. For the next twelve weeks at least, her time she’ll be forced to bide. Returning from his exile, Uncle Jack’s come out to play. Across our world, it’s been said: free to have his wicked way. Undeterred, life struggles on; endangered mammals slumber. Safe, secure and snuggled down, climate does not encumber. Signs of season everywhere; glassy ice and icy glass. Crisp, consoling cracks ring out; the crunch of frost-crusted grass. Deep within the forest’s womb, hidden seeds of life gestate. Once this weather does improve, eager to embrace their fate. Newborn shoots raise sleepy heads; late frost strikes a grievous blow. Others will soon take their place, bursting from the soil below. Wisps of freezing fog linger; this last vestige Jack did grasp. But ‘tis futile, this foray; Winter’s final, feeble, gasp. -------------------------------------- (C) John C Michaels, 5th March 2017 Submitted to Rob Carmick's "Screwed XVII" contest (judged 6th May 2017) (3rd Place) Originally submitted to the "Open Poetry Competition" sponsored by Charlotte Jade Puddifoot (5th March 2017)
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