Winter winds, screech angrily cross barren fields,
Brutal and unforgiving without relent.
While livestock and crop to natures wrath they yield.
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Annually recurring without consent
Praying for relief from weather’s harsh fury
She is steely firm and she will not relent.
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Corrals succumb to Jack Frost’s frozen slurry.
Cornstalks and wheat are like skeletons slumping,
Coated by blizzard and skies gentle flurry.
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This icy grassland under shod foot clumping,
Springtimes thaw all things naturally await.
To tree branches and twigs their beat is drumming.
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Waiting for the cold’s icy grip to abate
With renewal of crops our livestock they wait.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
Wow, a terza rima–you must have had your Wheaties for breakfast!
Well at least oatmeal, but yes I was feeling strong. :)
Oatmeal’s probably better, I often have it at night–a comfort food.
It really is a great comfort food, I love it.
This is beautifully crafted, Dom :)
Thank you Jen, this is my first attempt at the terza rima and I wasn’t quite sure how it would turn out. :)
You did extremely well! It looks effortless – and you and I both know it wasn’t!
I’ve been quite lazy lately in the poetry forms – will have to get my act in gear.
You have been doing very well, I tend to find a form(s) that I enjoy writing and then write many of them, but it is nice once in a while to branch out.
You are too kind. :)
I don’t think so, I am just being honest. :)
I’ve never heard of a terza rima but I love the imagery you’ve created Dom.
Thank you very much Gilly, I’ve never tried one before, but I did find it challenging.