My Cold Thoughts

It’s the winter that I feel creeping into my bones that makes me not want to cast the sheets away and set my feet upon the floor. It’s the flames in the furnace that persuade me to escape.

The raking of leaves that soon again cover themselves upon the ground that gives you the subtle reminder that colder times are ahead.

Making a fruitcake, possible disaster was created for the thoughts of rum not wanting to let go of those summer refreshing cocktails. On the darker side I also made Irish Cream knowing more coffee will be brewed.

Salt barrel is filled, window scrapers are found all in the prep for the white stuff on the ground. Shovels are sharpened ready to move.

More night then day, I hope I can stay with in my creative concerns and not just hibernate the time away. Till the tulips pop life maybe an after thought.

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