Winter Woe

by Jaime Dunkle

The ground is so cold 
Buried deep below
She cannot perceive
Which way the wind blows

There's no mistaking
This winter woe

In the dead of winter
No life grows
The shadows shift
Other worlds unknown
Dead trees rustle 
Covered with snow

There's no mistaking
This winter woe

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JAIME DUNKLE (she/they) crafts poetic stories across multiple mediums. She mixes the profound and profane with an altruism that stems from her tenure as an award-winning journalist. They've performed work live on KBOO Radio and on many stages across America. They were most recently published in the New Orleans LMNL Arts zine.

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