Old man sleet dragging in off the train a weary a ice-laden hobo piercing this morning's first moments bones bruising swirling frozen drifting fragments the deep breath of cold shooting upon my windows There's an outbound train coming I just want you to know...
Sleet
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Thanks John!
You are very graciously welcome oh Lana.
Thus is awesome LT!
Thanks so much, Holly.
I would not want this old hobo to hang around my town. Interesting angle!
Absolutely not, it’s time he left! Thanks, Jo!
Sleet is a rather rare phenomenon requiring falling precipitation accompanied by just the right drop in temperature. A very transitory state, so your description of sleet as “a weary ice-laden hobo” that might jump off an inbound train, or jump on an outbound one is quite apt. You captured Sleet well in this personification. 🙂
Thanks so much, Joan. There is a hint of spring, right around the corner. xx
Beautiful poem, Lana. Bone-chilling cold.
Thanks, Diana. It’s time for all things winter to hop on that train and get gone! 😀
I couldn’t agree more! It’s been a late spring here. Ugh. Three cheers for warm weather!