Saturday, January 16, 2016

Frostbite


The chill of your silence is brutally clear;
I may freeze to death, I fear.
I foolishly made a fatal mistake,
and now myself I must forsake.
In your blizzard I’m all alone;
your frost chills me to the bone.
How sorry I am, you’ll never know. 
I didn’t mean to make it snow.



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9 comments:

  1. Surely, you're you're not responsible for the chill in the air dear Annie.
    Come here by my wood stove and warm up your old bones beside me. Together we will chase the chill away and we'll hear the purrs of those sweet kitties as they curl and purr to their heart's content. as we chatter and laughs the hours away.
    Hugs,
    JB

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  2. I'm sure things will warm up soon.

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  3. A cold you can feel all the way to your heart.

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  4. Oh, this does make me feel the cold.

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  5. Wonderful! What a great poem. Yet I do not like what you are describing so perfectly - snow, ice, cold - brrrrhhh.

    Thanks for linking up at Saturday Art and apologies for being so late!

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  6. Totally read this in Elsa's voice from Disney! It's so perfect for her, right? Very nice job and love the image.

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