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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; their leaves are 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 comforting homemade heat.
