Sun To the Rescue
Whomp…another clump of ice cycles, lands on the patio.
It’s good to see brother sun; he is tired of the cold.
His fiery temper quickly melts away, old Jack Frosts icy rage.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015
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