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Brr It’s Cold
Here on the edge of a southern state
We don’t expect winter to last too long
Warm breaks from winter freeze
Lulls us and spring is a siren song
Dawn comes with it’s own fire
Sets the sky aflame and singes
The naked trees scorched by
Autumnal scarlet blazes
Sunny skies betray us thinking
Bright days just can't be cold
One step outside the door
Numbs with callous control
Birds at the feeders seek the seed
Eagerly eat in the frosted daylight
Enough to last them through
A bitter winter night
I stay indoors and seek the warmth
From my little stove, it's fire curls
And licks the wood from old trees
The bark, the knots , the burls.
Here I stay until I feel a change
The wind will lift my hair
And warmer air will brush my face
Speaks and says SPRING IS OUT THERE.
anna alexander
January 4, 2010, 9:06 AM© |
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