"The Womb Of Winter

I was engulfed in the womb of winter.  The attractivness of the snow covered trees, was a winter's showcase.

As I engaged in the coziness of my cottage, that was nestled in the woods.  I sat in my red chair, without a worry or care.

I peered through the window enjoying the winter scences.  The warmth of the fire.  I held a cup of soup, I began sipping it slowly.  The warm hearty tatse, seemed to embrace my soul.

I took into consideration, that the womb of winter will soon be old, and the cold would eradicate winter, replenishing it with the freshness of spring.

Mariann Klmczuk Copyright 2009 All rights reserved