When the drab drum of winter dies of the weight of warmth spring’s dewy fingers; feet full of knives; icicles rising and descending a cold caress on an erect skeleton...
[caption id="attachment_9779" align="aligncenter" width="331"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [The Winter Wind][/caption]It's sharp, it's piercing, it's punishing; The cruel winter wind My soul shivers as it whips! I sit wrapped up within the layers...