Winter's Warmth
The Ache of a winter's howl
rendering me helpless at wind's tip
sitting on the frozen ground
and give into it.
I still long for snow,though I despise
its beautiful rendering creates a portrait
before my eyes.
I wish to go where it is warm
a kiln or fireplace
but why do I deserve the warmth
where others would freeze in my place.
Copyright © Michael Benkhen | Year Posted 2009
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