Rosi Caswell


Trudging Through The Snow


Trudging through the snow
In the cold and dark of night,
With fairy crystals hanging from boughs
And hedges groaning ‘neath shroud of white.
I feel my way quite gingerly
As ice beneath the snow does slip,
To pound my heart to rhythmic drum
My boots seem somehow not to grip.
Deceitful then the snow and ice
To those unwatchful, careless, so
My feet and head have places changed,
But lying in the snow is nice!

Submitted: Sunday, January 20, 2013
Edited: Monday, January 21, 2013
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I am an Animal Whisperer, Animal Human Therapist, and Metaphysical Counsellor. My writings encompass all subjects within these areas. I aim to provide something for everyone to take away from any or all of my poems and sayings. Much love and peace to all. Rosi X

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