Time To Myself Poem by Phil Ward

Time To Myself



On a cold and frosty winters night,
There’s nothing more than I desire
To wrap a blanket good and tight,
Around me sat before the fire,
And stare upon the amber glow,
In wonder as the dancers weave,
A merry reel of make believe.

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