A January Night
I was reading by a lamp, a book I had gotten for Christmas. It started off with loving characters, what a wonderful gift. I think I need a cup of hot tea, this will keep me and my soul company. A cold breeze had filled the room, would a cup of hot tea be enough for this winter's night. As I glanced out my window at a full moon, the snow was starting to come down. The wind was picking up, is there a storm a coming. Then the lights start to flicker, yes~a storm is here. As I read my new book, the characters were turning into not such nice people. With each hour the storm was getting worse, now the winds were really howling. Once again I looked out my window, the snow was getting deep~the moon was a dim light. I must have dosed off, when a loud bang struck my house. Was I dreaming, I must be. The floor started to sing with squeaks, was there someone in my house. I ran to hide behind the couch, now am I crazy was running through my head. I heard someone say, anyone home~anyone home. I did not want to look, I did not know what to say. As I peeked around my couch, my neighbors I did see. Turns out they hit some ice and then my tree, now we all sat down for a cup of hot tea.
Date Written: 1/21/2022
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2022
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