Monday, March 25, 2013

In The Dead Of Winter Comments

Rating: 4.3

White feathery frosts of ice on grass
And trees. Heavy frigid breaths do pass,
With blustery icy cold wind on your face.
Damp paths and wet cold roads trace
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David Wood
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Loke Kok Yee 23 September 2015

We don't have winter in my country. But after reading your poem, I feel that I have been through one! -10

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Valerie Dohren 25 August 2013

Brrrrrrr - feel quite chilly now David, we only just seem to have left last winter, and now it is soon to return. Very descriptive write, enjoyed reading.

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