Poem: A December Day

December Day The air is crisp, cold and clean. My breath sparkles in its grasp like fairydust. I feel like a fairytale’s dragon.   The darkness cloaks the clouds, Choking out any lasting glimmers of light, As the sun sets low in the Winter sky.   The trees look fragile. Their vulnerability exposed, By the... Continue Reading →

Poem: Cold

It's cold outside, My windows - opaque. Toes -  curled up tight. Hands - beginning to shake.   Amber embers of fire flicker, I begin to rock. My breath in the air grows thicker, There's a hole in my sock.   The fat black cat returns back, She always let's in the cold. I bolt... Continue Reading →

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