March 11-17: This week had it all: snow, rain, sun, wind, hail, and plumbers and carpenters, too. None of that stopped the steady progress of spring though, and I look at my cotton sleeveless tops with hope.

WINTER BATTERING

Shiver,
chilled and bitter.
Icy lashes, flogged white,
winter kisses flesh, leaving blued
bruises.
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Poetic form: Cinquain, 2,4,6,8,2
© Misky March 2013