![]() In the Middle of Winter.A Poem by Falling Leaf.Life is an empty mug, hollow and cold. Then With sudden warmth Pour in a boiling stream of coffee. The glass is reluctant at first But gradually begins to heat up, And the shivering fingers that grip the handle Are thawed. In February days When everything is white-- Lips are
white Snow is
white Light is
white Sky is
white --Find a change in the rich drink, like Chestnut liquid gold. Tenderly a plume of Kisses, steam that wafts over your trembling skin And curls your hair. Remember then That to winter there is more Than just being cold. Clutch at the mug, insulate the fleeting Heat, keep refilling your life With scalding coffee, to chase Those harsh winter days away. © 2015 Falling Leaf.Author's Note
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Added on February 16, 2015Last Updated on February 16, 2015 Author![]() Falling Leaf.In the Woods, IAAboutI became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. I love to write and I love to review. Send me requests and I'll leave you my thoughts. I would hope that you'd do the same for me. My re.. more..Writing
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