As I look out the window through the quivering trees,
I spy the frozen drip, picketed along barbed wire.
Beyond the crystalline fence, long thorny grass lies
In thousands of messy amber waves, held tight in winter's icy embrace.
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Wonderful poem Lipstick, excellent imagry. I feel as if I'm standing there watching all of this distruction take place. The work of mother nature can be extremely harsh as you portray here. Fabulous---Melvina---