hey winter –you were locked outdoor,
who let you in – tell me more :
with steaming coffee – black and strong ,
thought you’d pass –I was wrong.
misty nights of forgetful toils,
and sleepy eyes and midnight oils :
like a woman whose tricks can kill,
you come inside to have your fill ?
and as we sit face to face ,
gazes locked in deep embrace :
I wonder aloud what next came,
end of world or something lame!
hey winter – now my coffee ‘s cold,
my blankets torn, my dog ‘s gone old:
and I can see through frigid eyes,
a whitish world - of snow and lies.
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