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winter taps on my window
::
And, of course,
I invite him in
to sit for a while,
offering tea and cookies
and the chance to warm
cold toes by the fire.
He is grateful
for the company,
a bit tired of
the cold shoulder,
always feeling
misunderstood.
I pass the plate
and smile politely,
failing to mention
how often
I dream
of spring.
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Comments
Lovely scene. Gentle as a snowy white lie.
Wonderful with a twist 😉
You’ve made friends with winter….:-)!!!! What a soft and beautiful scene!!!
Love this depiction . . . I too and dreaming of spring.
it is just a small secret and he didn’t need to hear. he just needed a bit of warmth and companionship.
he didn’t need to know. he was grateful for the company. very nice!