Where she came from
The white wreath of snow
Blossoms where cactuses grow,
Lakes become links of ice;
She shall smile when Boreas
Arrives in the wings of winter
And ushers in the fury of fire.
Tag: winter
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Winter, come; snow, come
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prompt 215 – my favorite month
What’s your favorite month of the year? Why?
November –
a month of crimson sunsets,
cold stars, parting birds,
and warm coats in chilled airs –
waits for the North Wind
to arrive in icicled triumph
crowned with wreathes of snow,
ushering in the day’s shadow.
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A view from the Window on a Snowing Day
Snow Scene In Paris Painting by Eugene Galien-Laloue courtesy of fineartamerica.com Looking thru the window, what do I see? Snowflakes softly falling down from heaven, Smiling faces of little children, Neighbors shoveling scoops of snow away. - 'tis in one scene of Winter Play. Thinking to myself, is everyone happy? Doing what they've been doing thus far, Fulfilling demands placed upon their life is a surety of simple security? - 'tis in a script of Life Play.
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The Arctic Cold
With his aerial winged feet,
from the Mount of Olympus,
The North Wind arrives
with a terrible breath of Frost.
Flame, Glass and Ink are Poems, essays, and reading notes by Stefania Joori Suh 
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