Keeping Warm
Frost on the window,
December's kiss good morning,
coaxing me out of bed
and into a fleece robe,
calling me to a wonderland
of kitchen steam and
peppermint hot chocolate,
to a plump chair by the fire
for a stew of Christmas poetry.
I indulge my primal need to keep warm.
By Lisa Lindsey
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Stay warm.
Connie
Ron
But I digress. Coffee and a bagel is all I can handle today.
That's an awkward way of saying I really liked your poem, Lisa. :)
From wintre's rath.
It sounds to me,
Like your on the right path.
Michael D.