Candied Dreams
We peek from ‘neath a January frost
Through windows tightly shut against its chill
Count a mitten and a hat among the lost
And carry on by simple force of will
The glint of light grows longer every day
As shadows strut their stuff in windblown play
Tinging the edge of snow a dingy gray
As silently a terror comes our way
A cold heart bidding us to candied dreams
To kisses blown across a frigid floor
For love is never really what it seems
When February knocks upon your door
And so I bid you even though you’re smitten
Keep your heart in that one remaining mitten
John G. Lawless
©1/31/2023
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