Crackling Trees

in poetry •  7 years ago 

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Its cold here.

The windows wide open.

I hear them.

The winds, someone stop the sound of crackling please.

No longer can I hear the whispers of crackling trees.

I hear non stop ripples through this unforgiving breeze.

How they fade between rays of light and blistering colds.

How I hope they do stop crackling.

And start breathing again.

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Amazing winter ;D nice photo

I take it you're not a winter person, Tom?

No my good Sir, i do not fare well in such dire conditions! :) you are too kind, thank you for the vote.