Skeptics still persist
Liberal media blamed
Burdening business
Global warming is not real
Tell that to those who suffer
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: cold
Winter Winds Cross Barren Fields (Terza Rima Sonnet)
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 ~~
Spirits Suffer Under Winter’s Wrath
Spirits suffer under winter’s wrath,
Testing one’s fortitude to it’s last.
With anger, depression, anxiety and stress,
Leaving our sanity in quite a mess.
One glimpse out the window, on an icy chill
Leaves us with nothing, but time to fill.
Stir-crazy or claustrophobic it matters not,
Being caged as animals, seems an evil plot.
Too dangerous to cross thresholds spiteful path,
Daring us to tempt fate with her frosty laugh.
Those who are bold may chance demise
And look at her face through watery eyes.
Hoping against frostbite or something worse,
That leaves you stiff under Jack Frost’s curse.
So maybe being cooped up isn’t so bad,
Compared to all that you could have had.
Hopefully being stuck with the ones you love
Doesn’t turn out to be such a terrible rub.
Just know that soon this too shall thaw
And leave you more joyful in springtime’s awe.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Warm Spring Winds (Haiku)
Warm spring winds blowing
Laugh in Old Man Winter’s face
~~ Nature’s confusion?
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Blast of Arctic Cold (Tanka)
Blast of arctic cold
Chilling me ‘til blood runs thick
Rattling my bones
Like the loss of love’s passion
Breaking the innocent heart
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Over A Barrel
Coffee thick and strong,
Cooked over an panhandlers stove.
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A barrel fire for warmth,
Trash confiscated as fuel.
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Emitting the foulest of odors,
Room for but a few.
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Night frigid under tenement shadows,
Shanties erected haphazard.
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Rags moth eaten and ragged,
Held up by anything scavenged.
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Shelters vulnerable to the storm,
Little choice in the matter.
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Homes taken,
Jobs shipped overseas.
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Children hungry and cold,
Let down by an unsympathetic people.
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A movie scene?
No, these are real lives.
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Real people,
This is life on the street.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Out in the Cold
Image Credit: fealessmen.com
Glazed streets,
Reflection of street lamps blinding.
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Snowflakes fall,
Unique and ghostly frightening.
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Steam grates bellow,
Clouds of white coagulate in the night.
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Sidewalk frigid,
Stiff and frozen to the bone.
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Passersby laugh,
Homeless and so alone.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Winter, Here and Gone – Haiku
Credit: theroamingboomers.com
Flowers dormant fade
Below freezing for one week
A desert winter
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
A Frosty Morning – Haiku
Credit – cthepower.org
Breath seen like a cloud
Floating free from frigid hosts
To vanish at dawn
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
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