Only Place Is Bed
Storms and gales are closing in
Heavy rainfall we just can't win
Hail and thunder lightning too
Prediction dire and possibly true.
Weather forecast no big surprise
Take to my bed refuse to rise
Sounded just awful, so very bleak
Elements grim it's warmth I seek.
Electric blanket thermostat high
Hyperthermia unlikely in comfort I lie
Blizzard warning maelstrom of snow
Temperature dropping mercury low.
Icicles decorate our old tree
Arthritic branches a bit like me
Best to hibernate winter away
When spring flowers bloom~Liberté
Copyright © Delice Arleen Skelly | Year Posted 2022
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