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Winter is for Laboring

Winter is for laboring,
the same old endless feeling.

Snow heavy on a branches frame
holds together injured limbs,
but deep below the armored ground
out past the icy balustrade,
new life begins.

Abandoning
the season’s stern traditions,

shoots dingle-dangle in disbelief.
Crack the cast of snow beneath
a patch of Snowdrops reappear:
the season’s first reveal.

This is a poem inspired by the calendar of Eugène Grasset-Les Mois. Join me in penning something for January’s print. If you’re a fan of All Poetry, please consider entering your response to my in-house contest.

Cheers!

Katie

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Bob

Tis the season for laboring…like reading books and catching up on all the movies I’ve been meaning to watch. Though I’m very much waiting for those first green shoots.

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1. Katie Frances Hartless
  
  Oh, I do love laboring over my reading list. But, winter tends to be a grindstone sort of time for me. Working doesn’t really end when the day is so much like night. I hope you get those first green saplings soon.
  
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crazy4yarn2

Your poem perfectly matches the image! I submitted.

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1. Katie Frances Hartless
  
  Thanks so much. I’m so pleased. I can’t wait to read your words.
  
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MiamiMagus

My favorite poem thus far

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1. Katie Frances Hartless
  
  Wow. This makes me grin, moon beam grin. Thank you.
  
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  1. MiamiMagus
    
    No problem 😉
    
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