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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.
::
Comments
Lovely scene. Gentle as a snowy white lie.
Posted by: Michael | January 20th, 2012 08:23
Wonderful with a twist 😉
Posted by: Frida | January 20th, 2012 12:32
You’ve made friends with winter….:-)!!!! What a soft and beautiful scene!!!
Posted by: Marcie | January 20th, 2012 14:46
Love this depiction . . . I too and dreaming of spring.
Posted by: Kathryn Dyche Dechairo | January 20th, 2012 21:44
it is just a small secret and he didn’t need to hear. he just needed a bit of warmth and companionship.
Posted by: Debi | January 20th, 2012 23:24
he didn’t need to know. he was grateful for the company. very nice!
Posted by: JillsyGirl | January 22nd, 2012 19:16