Winter is wrung out
A sodden rag hanging on
Battling storms and wind
Hoping for a glint of blue
Promise in cloud-furrowed sky.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
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writing in north norfolk 
This is great poetry, Kim, and those first two lines: WOW!!
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Thank you 😮
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You are welcome 🙂
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I hope winter is wrung out! Love the imagery, and wonderful photo, too!
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Thank you so much 😃
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Beautifully sums up the sodden, bedraggled mess that we all are after a British winter! 😄 Fantastic imagery.
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Thank you kindly 😊 It’s drizzling out there and I’m staying in today!
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I don’t blame you! It’s miserable down south, too. Best to stick the kettle on and wait it out.
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Good idea!
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I love this — especially the fourth line.
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this might be a good thing or not but some of your poems make me cry. LOL
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They make me cry too! Nothing wrong with a good cry. 😢
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You are so right and a good cry is needed every now and then. LOL
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