I stand here, numb, alone
the thick carpet of glistening snowflakes
crunch against my broad trunk
the silvery icicles dangle from
my spindly bare arms, sparkling
under the winter sun.
that old couple across the frozen lake
amazes me, summer or rain,
winter or spring, their passionate touch
enough to warm their vintage
abode, unlike the neighbouring families
craving marigold flames of the fireplace.
kids busy decorating the snowman
the newlyweds cuddling up
with a hot cup of cocoa,
snow angels descending from the cloudy sky
“each flake is unique, just like you!”
the mellifluous breeze whispers in my ears.
’tis the season of February fun
’tis season of contemplation
the wonderful time of the year,
snowbirds heading south for winters
the earth is bare of browns and greens;
hang a wreath of welcoming on your door
let the cold gusts blow, love will thaw the
frozen heart.
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Photo By: Karine Germain
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