The wind tears through the white landscape,
I peek outside, my mouth agape.
Broken limbs, a snapped tree,
Lots of work waits for me.
For now, my home is the escape.
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D.L. Finn
D. L. Finn is a multi-genre author. Her work includes the paranormal, poetry, memoir, romance, fantasy & children books. She is also a blogger, photographer & reader and encourages everyone to embrace their inner child.
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Comments (9)
Your words are so evocative I can feel that violent, icy wind. Well done, Denise 💕🙂
A well-crafted limerick, but I'm so sorry mother nature wreaked havoc in your woods!
Excellent, Denise! Definitely lots of work ahead for so many.
Love the twist on this one. For me, home is a sanctuary, but it's never an escape. I escape it to be in nature for a while. But you turned that on its head. Great job.
Well done, Denise. A great limerick.
Poignant and descriptive evokes a sense of winter's power.👌👌👌👍👍
How wonderful to have your home as your escape. Great limerick, Denise. ❤️
Yes, I'm sure you have a lot of broken limbs and so forth. Good poem, Denise!
You've had a little too much of this lately! Nice limerick.