
Northern Winter Drama
We are gauze wrapped,
warped scratchy cocoons,
suffered abrading wounds,
suspended trapped torsos.
We twist, resigned captives,
winter’s frostbitten hairshirts,
prey of waking hibernation,
doomed chattels until melt.
In full swing of Spring:
All this happened, more or less.

I think it all happened just as you said!! :>)
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lol thanks, Dwight. Winter weather can blow things out of proportion, just a tad … but soon forgotten when Spring gets its green little butt here.
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Brrrrr…. Lisa — you got my teeth chattering — and I think got a rash from the hair shirt my friend… ;)
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waking hibernation…that’s an excellent description (K)
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