Claws of Wind

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A roar from all around

Precursor to pain

As the icy wind cuts deep

Surpassing clothes

And driving through flesh

Stabbing at the bone

We wish to stay inside

Because the gale always finds skin

Yet we never get our wish

And march whimpering

Into the embrace of icy claws

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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20 Responses to Claws of Wind

  1. I just can’t imagine this kind of cold, Charles. It is 31 degrees Celsius here and it is nearly 7pm at night.

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  2. You described a walk on the beach yesterday.

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  3. I grew up in a climate where winter lasts 6-8 months of the year- no joke.
    Northern Canada often sees temperatures plummet to -30 for a week at a time. Car engines groan to turn over (and that’s with them plugged in), hair turns hard and crusty, and skin freezes in seconds. But, there’s also a diamond sparkle to the snow and the sky is a blue that reminds you of Heaven. And when a chinook (warm wind) blows through it feels like spring, lol.
    Great poem, Charles!

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  4. Nice poem, but now I feel like I was in a snowstorm!

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  5. Jennie says:

    This is a good description, Charles. Very good. Sub zero temps and strong’s winds this week wrecked havoc. Brrr…

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