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The Dread of Winter

The approach of winter she silently dread. The cat is meowing, demands to be fed. She checked her to do list that ran thru her head: get to the gym, to the store to buy bread, finish the book that she's partially read.. She scolded herself to get up from the bed but the warmth from the comforter cocooned her instead..

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Bill Baker

Date: 9/14/2023 4:42:00 PM

Yep, those cold mornings can make it hard to leave that cozy warm bed. Winter is my least favorite season. Have a good day! Bill

Christina Bowring

Date: 9/13/2023 2:16:00 PM

Love this poem Nancy. Can so easily relate to it. Great title! I loathe it when I have to get up early (when working I rise just after 5.am) especially in the midst of cold winter. Yuck! I love the last line- better to stay snuggled for a bit longer! Really enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing. Blessings.

Nancy Kaufman
Date: 9/14/2023 4:55:00 AM

Hi CHristina, I look forward to reading your work and appreciate your kind words yesterday. I remember quite well the rat race of having to be up an early to work weekdays and how awful it feels, especially during inclement weather. Thanks for commenting and have a blessed day.