Warm cocoon of blanket
Snuggled deep in it
Only eyes and nose
Peeking out of it.
Every turn on bed
Shots a chill through spine
I feel like I have touched
A sheet made of ice.
Still I love these winter days
More than I can say
These stolen moments
Of warmth and sunshine.
Shivering under the soft sun
munching hot popcorn and nuts
keeping a watchful eye
for any shadow of mom or teacher.
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
2 comments:
Dear Didi,
That was a Nostalgic Piece...Cheerzz.....
Regards,
Thoughtful Delights :-)
hmm, i was thinking about the winters of my childhood, just loved them. :)
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