Winter's Chill Poem by Heather Burns
Winter's Chill
Winter arrived no warning
snow covered the ground
like a weightless blanket
the air was brisk
sweeping across my face
chilling to my spleen
you touched me
I was warm again.
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4/26/2024 9:55:21 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Aha! The touch of someONE is able to reheat, lol. We know this is true. But how much more interesting is what you wrote about the effect of the wind chill. Chilling to the spleen, lol. And how much more wonderful does home and a steamy cup of soup, or coffee, or tea seem when we're out in that bone-chilling winter breeze. Do you feel it?