“Holly and Snow”
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the chill’s on the holly
berries blaze with hauteur
impossible poison
too red for the wane
of deciduous totems
whose glory fades
into the pallor of coma
the sheen upon deadly
serrated green thatches
an undying undergrowth
eager for winter
to showcase its arrogance
daring alike dove and deer
in the cold throes of hunger
Writer Lynne Sargent
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
Poesy plus Polemics 
beautiful…
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thank you kindly, Roxi
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Oh Lovely…Yep it will soon be time 🙂
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looking forward to it – love the cold
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Yes, beautiful.
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appreciate that
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Each day a blessing of coolness and soon to be cold– the days pass too fast.
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whole years are passing too fast for me
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A beautiful poison.
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that would have been an exquisite title
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I was wondering if they’re toxic to all animals, as well as humans? How would the deer and such know not to eat them? (If I sound like a 5-yr old, well…)
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I’m not really sure – I imagine they are more toxic to some creatures than others
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Festive.
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mine are already dominating my low forest
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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After a day of hot, humid typhoon weather, this is a most welcome sight.
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ha ha – I love my winter and it’s therefore always on my mind
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Must go and dig out a woolly jumper – and it’s only July!
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don’t remember when I wrote it – obviously either in winter or with winter on the mind
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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always you are very welcome, and thank YOU for allowing me to share your work
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