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 ~~