Saturday, November 24, 2012

Poetry


                                                     
Harsh Winter

The cold of winter

brings back memories

of the way it's much harsher

of sitting in front of a roaring fire, drinking hot chocolate and tea.
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I don't want to venture out in it's coldness

to feel the way it has hold of us

I would rather stay inside

where it's cozy and warm like a beach so wide.
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Winter can blow its blustery winds

I don't care - I'll sit at the Inns

in front of a warm fireplace

where the winds of winter cannot me displace.


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