My Thoughts Disarmed

Musings of a wayward teenager


Masks (Shel Silverstein)

miss winter

A Voyage

Miss Winter is nearly upon us.
I can feel her breath on my face as I leave in the early morning.
and I can feel her icy wind at my back as I return in the night.

but right now, I sit with a cup of almond milk tea 
and smell smoke from the wood-burning stove a floor below me. 

So, miss winter, come as you like in all your icy, wintry blasts
but i´ll be here, cozy and warm 
until the morning, when next I leave
and the night, when I once again, come back.

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