Shy and vulnerable your pose, standing there naked
branches trying to cover your shame
but I blow them skyward
and see what I want to see
how lovely you look dressed in white my dear
feigning virginity
though I have had my way with you
night after endless freezing night
where are your fickle friends now?
no chirping or scampering or even a slick slither
how quickly they abandoned you
as I swaggered down the path
only I am here now to caress every trembling stem
feel the shiver of each kiss I bestow
you are mine my pet, every conquered bough
It is my pleasure, concubine.
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Using any form of poetry, with or without rhyming, write about Winter using the technique of personification (as if this season were a person). |
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Personification of Winter
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Author Notes
minimal punctuation.
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