Sunday, January 4, 2015

winter



There I was,
Cabin fever starting,
Insidious at first,
With tendrils like tentacles 
Caressing at first,
A familiar face,
Then biting, stinging, numbing cold.
You wake up and outside
The bitter cold
Settles into the valley,
Sneaking in through the cracks.



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