Winter’s Icy Grasp

The wind’s icy fingers

pluck at my sweater; the sun,

faint, wages a fruitless battle

against frigid air.

I look at the winter sky

and wonder~

where do we Floridians go

to escape Winter’s grasp?

© annettealaine-2014

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