Itchy
When the temperatures drop
And I’m bundled with clothes,
Then my skin starts to itch
Where the wind never goes.
It’s a winter event
And it happens each year,
So my lotions diminish
And then disappear.
I’m a cold weather fan
Though I wish I could hatch
A solution for this –
But I end up with scratch!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2014
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