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 
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