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A Wintry Mix
by Lacy D PhillipsThe first snows are indecisive
and leave only a stingy dusting,
like confectioner's sugar,
overtop the scrubby browns
of an Indiana deep freeze.
I am in sympathy
with this fickle dispensation.
I, too, have spent my few reserves
on a yawing, indifferent prospect.
There is too much ground to cover.
I spread myself thinly
if only to extend my reach. 01/18/2008 Author's Note: The second stanza of this piece insisted on being it's own entity. It has been formed into "I Become a Blizzard".
Posted on 01/18/2008
Copyright © 2025 Lacy D Phillips
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/18/08 at 02:40 PM OK, you've got me... where is the next stanza! Nice write so far! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/18/08 at 03:50 PM I love it. Keep going!! |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 01/20/08 at 05:04 PM I like this just the way it is. Fine bit of writing! |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 01/22/08 at 08:09 PM I love this piece, how intricately full of nature and still the self...a wonderful addition to your collection, and as always a pleasure to read...peace, jewels |
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