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COLD

Bare branches heavy with snow
Break under the weight thereof
Frightening a large black crow
And a beautiful mourning dove

My tender face is white with frost
From being kissed by the icy wind
I never remember to count the cost
When a scarf on my face isn't pinned

Now I can't feel my fingers or toes
And my legs are beginning to numb
I should have dressed in warmer clothes
How could I be so dumber than dumb?

 Nearing my house. Just two steps more
I give it my all and I'm there
I fall in a heap just at the door
I lay there in utter despair

The door opens and I'm carried inside
I am laid by the bright, crackling fire
By this warmth I shall long abide
And start peeling off my  attire

Finally donning my winter underwear
And putting my nightcap on my head
Then braiding my long blond hair
I say my prayers and jump in bed

I dream of butterflys, birds and bees
And spring rain that makes flowers grow
I dream of green leaves all over the trees
And at last there is no more snow.

                                                            
                                                
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  Lila May Guptill (AKA) Lunaria



Posted: 2006-03-11 04:09:37 UTC

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