Winter Blues
Cold winds blow'n
icesickles form'n
patterns in the snow.
Upon it sunlights glow
warmly cuddled closely
loves mostly
listening quietly
while sun shines brightly
Whispering winds
telling of lies, all kinds
tantalizingly hiding
amidst those riding
upon the winter blues
when i'm a silly schmooze
Linda Terrell
December 2, 2009
Copyright © Linda Terrell | Year Posted 2009
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