The cold crept in quietly overnight, crawling and creeping its way into the flowerbeds, smothering the silent screams of the huddled blooms. It left them shriveled and twisted, and lingered in the morning light to admire its work.
The flower corpses remained tangled in the dirt flowerbeds for an entire day. Eventually they were unceremoniously ripped from the earth later by their caretakers and dumped into plastic buckets while the cold leered from the shadows. The flowerbeds remained bare, like freshly mounded graves, for the rest of winter.
winter’s cold grip
strangles the last remnants
of autumn’s blooms
Everyday Strange 
This was beautiful. Felt every word and welcomed winter
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Thank you!
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Wow awesome!
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Outstanding poem using personification. That cold isn’t anyone to toy with!
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Thank you! It was fun to try something different.
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You’re welcome. I enjoyed the challenge as well.
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Very clever, I love that personification of the cold – a real crime scene here.
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That opening is lovely. It’s like the opening phrase of a story.
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Well done! I like the way you personify the frost and flowers. Really great images!!
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I like your description in the haiku about the cold strangling the remaining blooms.
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Great personification of cold. (K)
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Oh … the image of winter as the grim reaper is great….. lurking in the shadows he has conquered for a while.
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Beautifully. Descriptive!
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