Banked in white, the naked trees shake outside
and we lie in our bed, blankets heavy and warm,
listening to the wind tap on the window, trying to sneak in.
We chase sleep through the cold darkness, succumb to peace,
dreaming of Spring flowers.
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Helloooo, Wordsmiths! De Jackson here (aka WhimsyGizmo). It’s Quadrille Monday here at dVerse, when we share our poems of precisely 44 words, including one word we provide for you.
I know it’s February, and very much still winter in many parts, but I’ve already got dandelions and daisy chains on the brain. So today, I’d like you to pen us a poem that includes some form of the word FLOWER. Pen us a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title), including some form of the word flower.
A Little Bit of Everything, With Love 