Winter Winds

The turgid winds of winter howl their woe,

Blow their hurt fiercely against frosty panes.

Don’t they have somewhere else more kind to go;

A wood, perhaps, or a still summer lane?

©2021 KT Workman


Poetry form used: quatrain


Image by Luxurybackground-com from Pixabay

14 thoughts on “Winter Winds

    1. Probably so, though my husband hated summer before he retired. He worked in a factory that made Rheem air conditioners for over 30 years, and ironically, the place wasn’t air conditioned. He always said summers were miserable there…but the pay was good, so he stuck with it.

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