Frigid Skies Sun hides Sun hides behind frigid skies. Clouds gather to reinforce winter’s hold. Winter 's frozen gusts bind me in its icy grip. Spring's first robin, stiff, sits grimly on the path. Wind's howl of desperation echoes in winter's caves. Rigid season's grasp holds long, unmoving, as Sun struggles, unable to break through frozen sky. Sun waits beneath white blizzard’s bleak blanket. Snow’s cocoon wraps the globe in gray glacial glory. Winter’s arctic blast immerses a white, wintry world in a frostbitten, perplexing polar vortex. Lonely Sun waits for Winter’s stranglehold to cease, so Sun’s rays may melt freezing figures, and immobile denizens of earth shall spring to life. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ image by: By DR04 CC-BY-3.0, via Wikimedia Commons
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