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The Never-Ending Winter, #99-Word Stories

What is Carrot Ranch?

I’ve had the privilege of writing with a great bunch of poets, writers, and authors over at carrotranch.com every week where we write 99-word stories. This is no simple task, but like syllabic poetry, it’s a study in brevity. Every week, our lead buckaroo, Charli Mills, gives us a prompt to create our 99-word story.

99-Word Challenge Rules, click HERE. Meet our lead buckaroo, Charli Mills HERE!

The Carrot Ranch 99-Word Story, April 18, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about never-ending. You can hyphenate never-ending or write an example of a story that never ends. What is endless and why? Go where the prompt leads! Submit by April 23, 2022.

This is a Double Ennead, a form I created for Carrot Ranch. It consists of three stanzas of syllables: 6-5-11-6-5, which comes to 99 syllables.

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The Never-Ending Winter

winter's eternal chill 
remains mantled in
unyielding leaden skies filled with sleety rain
while the goddess slumbers
readying for spring

it's just one of those years
the farmers bellow
surveying wet fields glazed with inches of snow
soon our plows will furrow
and seedlets will grow

yet, winter's unhurried—
infinite, it seems...
for beneath the Michigan soil, magic waits
the transition of time
until spring has sprung!

© Colleen M. Chesebro
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18 thoughts on “The Never-Ending Winter, #99-Word Stories”

  1. Yes, Ma’am – spring is a tad delayed this year – even in my neck of the woods.
    Bouncing between lovely jacket free weather to frost warnings. Brrr.

  2. I had a blast, reading this poem, “The Never-Ending Winter,” aloud. It takes exactly thirty-nine seconds. If I do it over and over, it will lengthen. The greatest obstacle I encounter is, I do not know how to pronounce “Chesebro.”

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