WINTER CHILLS

By YaseminB

Thu, 01 Mar 2018
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Winter  Chills

 

Flocculent snow

I am under blanket

My dreams a festoon

Oh must I be awake?

Why must I be awake.

Laziness like honey

Seeps through my veins

I burn with envy

For animals hibernated.

 

Winter. Winter. Winter

Chills in my aging bones

Some days I long to be

Young again

But not often.

 

Today I want to be young again:

Winter chills unfazed, unblazed!

Not longing to hibernate. 

I close my eyes and drift into a haze.

The harsh floor of my environs- the dark woods

A diamond glaze

 White. White. White. 

My pointy hat and my broom are under snow.

Yet the chill of the winter is grey.

Said the great witch Greta.

 

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Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I loved reading your poem. To be able to hibernate during this cold spell would be satisfying when there's no heating or hot water.

Loved the great witch name Greta by the way.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by YaseminB on

thank you Jenny.

Yasemin Balandi