I woke up with the feeling of being
a carton of ice cream in the freezer
I got out of bed and my bones chomped
like mountain-top snow
The cold was nibbling on them
because it already got the meat
The vultures are here to finish the job
When will the spring come
That's a pretty bad case of the winter blahs.......... nicely put though. I can definitely relate! Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nothing worse than the chill in the bones. If I could I'd send you a hot water bottle. Hows that for 'thinking of you' type friendship. Nice poem. Love Ernestine XXX