March 29, 2017

Playing until we can't feel our hands no more

Playing until our lungs can't take more cold

Slipping on iceonly to come home very sore

Going outside in such weather is quite bold


Along with shivers come with frost from

To draw his work on my bedroom window

And once he is done winter calls him far back

And searches for new areas below


The snow and crunching of feet rids all sound

Everyone stays warm near fires hiding from winter

Huddled to only hope not to be found


Waking up most to with smiles to see the sun

But this leaves me upset wishing this to be undone

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