My Winter Blue
Misty days and nights call my bluff.
Yesteryear was blinded rough.
We take chances ever so deep.
I myself listed in such sleep.
No winter, whether season or age.
Travels without periods of rage,
Every day of my life seems blue.
Relative back to birth is my clue.
Breaks in periods, life endures.
Lessoning burdens, my soul cures.
Underestimating coldness, a mistake,
Each new day, uneasy, though must make.
Copyright © Cecil Hickman | Year Posted 2014
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