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Winter at the Farm


03.02.11 Posted in today's words by

James G Piatt’s poem Ashen Bones appeared here in December as part of Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone. What do you think: Is his winter scene the last of it or is there more of this kind of thing in our future this year?

Winter at the Farm
By James G Piatt

Icy winds blow
Long strings
Of frozen rain
Draped like
A wedding gown
Dazzling white
Upon a crooked fence
Twisted red beads
From aged pepper trees
Beautifully tossed
Pale shiny jewels
Upon ecru grass
Warm fire inside a
Brick fireplace
Keeping bodies warm
And minds composed



2 Responses to “Winter at the Farm”

  1. You’ve painted an awesome picture.

  2. bobbie troy says:

    Lovely imagery.

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