Its cozy under the covers.
Its cold outside the covers.
Don't wanna get up.
Duty calls.
That bittersweet aroma
entices me to get up.
I remove the blankets
A little chilly but tolerable.
Quickly get changed.
I go downstairs
To where the heat is on.
To help if I can.
The house is silent.
Besides the ticking of the clock
And the rushing of cars outside.
I open the front door.
I feel the chilly winter air.
The hair on my arms begin to rise.
Walk down the front steps
Watching my breath
Disappear into the air.
Open the icy mailbox.
Put the frosted flag up.
Hurrying back inside.
Oh the Lord is good
To allow us the joyous warmth
of radiators and coffee.
This may be better than you think. There are some really good lines here. Keep poeticising.
ReplyDeleteYour poor attempt at poetry....Psh! I don't have a poetic bone in my body! keep it up!
ReplyDeleteThank you, both of you.
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