Wind’s fierce howling
Grieves winter companions
White snow, icy temps.
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Here we went from temps in the eighties one day to highs in the 40s the next.
Weird tempertures in December. It’s the wind howling unaccompanied by snow that seems crazy to me.
I’m challenging you to a 3 Day Quote Challenge
http://cathylynnbrooks.com/2015/12/21/3-day-quote-challenge-day-1/
Thanks, Cathy. My life at present is hectic so I’m respectfully declining.
I understand. It’s a busy time.
I’m glad you understand. Thanks.
Marvelous haiku–winter is an interesting season, isn’t it. Of course they all are, but there’s something about winter…can’t put my finger on it….
I enjoyed your comment. I actually like winter.
🙂
Lovely!
Thanks. 🙂
Not here yet. I keep peaking around the corner expecting an icy blast
We had a dusting of snow today but hardly like winter.