Michellia Wilson
\nPoetry Half Marathon Hour 6 (2021)<\/p>\n
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The Bitter Beauty of Winter<\/strong><\/p>\n The pond is frozen over, Michellia Wilson Poetry Half Marathon Hour 6 (2021) The Bitter Beauty of Winter The pond is frozen over, with snow covering it\u2019s surface. The beauty of winter comes with a price. The fish are moving slowly beneath the sheet of ice \u2013 the squirrels…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":21,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-91147","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/91147","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/21"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=91147"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/91147\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":91844,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/91147\/revisions\/91844"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=91147"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=91147"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=91147"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nwith snow covering it\u2019s surface.
\nThe beauty of winter comes
\nwith a price.
\nThe fish are moving slowly
\nbeneath the sheet of ice \u2013
\nthe squirrels are hiding someplace \u2013
\nfeeding on their summer stash,
\nand then there are the birds \u2013
\nhungry, trying to find something to eat
\nas they peck through the cold crystals.
\nThe pristine blanket \u2013
\nshrinking my pupils in it\u2019s brightness;
\nthis is the epitome of winter in all her glory.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"