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Winter’s High Noon Tease
Shinning in regal glory,
the heat of the sun was cooled
by misty winds sneaking through
and passing around outstretched arms
of naked winter trees—leaves gone
to who knows where.
Stunned, we stood there;
goose bumped and shivering.
The trees also stood there—stone faces
of leafless wooden skeletons—
mocking a juxtaposed purgatorial
moment in nature.
Cold, confused—conquered,
we wrapped the remaining warmth
of our chilled chided challenge
in woven scarves of defeat;
and with great urgency, we scurried inside:
seeking our homemade heat.
