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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 ~~

 

A Dream Walk

Do I dare walk this twisted mile

Beneath the sway of the weeping willow canopy.

An aire of pecan and clover

Floats on a warm moist wind,

Hypnotizing my senses.

Lured like steel to magnet

I saunter on my dream swept way.

Grassy fields cropped to a dandy’s perfection,

Paint a canvas of green

Dimpled with the smiling faces of daisies.

In the distance,

The silhouette of a weary plow horse

Pinches the emerald horizon,

As it grazes to reinvigorate.

With each yard strode,

A cloud of dust, summoned by my wake

Climbs to the heavens,

Whisked skyward by the tepid breeze.

Stricken by the silence,

Only the swirling song of  Morning Doves for company,

I reminisce of a time before my time.

What simplicity in this wanton beauty,

If only this were home.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~