Picture: Pixabay snow fox-writingasitcomes-snow
Black frigid snow stares
Streaming arctic fountain floes
Fur lines the tundra
Arctic hunter’s bow
January’s polar child
Invisible spear
I am a fox
I am January
I am a polar child
I am snow
Distant voles quiver
Magnetic sense tickles ears
I can hear you
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Author: Anita Lubesh
I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now..
I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog.
I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.
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Beautifully written
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Thank you very much.
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Poetry 🙂
Great subject matter
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Thankee.
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Gosh, Anita, what an amazing pic of a snow fox in mid-pounce!
Your eco-haiku sequence about this hunted hunter of the Arctic and its habitat is certainly thought-provoking and vivid. Reading it, I found myself turning up my warm collar!
Have a wonderful Christmas and New Year.
Paul
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Thank you, Paul. I hope you have lovely Christmas, too.
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