Wonderful Winter
It's the time for Cold Floors,
Break out the Fuzzy Socks.
Bring in some Chopped wood,
from Outside.
Sit by the fire, nice and toasty now.
BUT wait!
It can get even better.
A nice warm mug of apple cider, or hot chocolate.
No matter how much others complains about this weather,
it fits me perfectly.
Bitter air outside. Making breathing hurt a little.
Such a wonderful sting, And the Numbness too!
Dark, cloudy, gloomy days are the best, and is when I’m happiest.
Its like nature is showing the world,
what’s inside my head.
During fall and winter, no
New marks
appear.
Why would I need to make more?
I’m already experiencing the comforting sting of the cold,
And the easing pain from breathing
this wonderfully bitter air.
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