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Petals fall in flakes of white
Winter calls, this frosted night
Whipping winds against the pane
Crystals form a frosty mane
Upon the glass that yields the cold
Yet, I shiver as the day grows old
Is it the day or is it me
Who ages like the barren tree
That shivers in the frosted night
When petals fall in flakes of white
©2015 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo via Pixabay CC0
oneta hayes said:
This is my favorite today.
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you very much, Oneta! 🙂
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jenanita01 said:
we can only dream of a white christmas…
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Are you in a region where it does’t snow? 😦
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jenanita01 said:
We have been known to get some, one year we were cut off from everything for several hours, but it doesn’t happen often enough for me.
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Dorinda Duclos said:
I wish it was only several hours here. Usually several days…sigh
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jenanita01 said:
Pity we can’t swap!
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Dorinda Duclos said:
We can, virtually lol ❤
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jenanita01 said:
Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thanks so much for sharing! ❤
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balroop2013 said:
Wow! Your poetry makes me speechless Dorinda. Each one turns out to begetter than the older…it could only be the day!
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you so very much, Balroop!! ❤
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Atul Depak said:
loved those rhymes 🙂
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you! 🙂
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