Just a Cold Snap
by Ken Thornton-Smith
April 11, 2007
It's never winter in my heart,
Although it can get chilly.
Around Christmas
When we part.
It's never winter between us,
Except for that great big icicle
When your mother
Brings her bicycle.
It's never winter in our bed,
Although, if I may be so bold,
Your mother's feet
Are always cold.
It's never winter in my den,
Just a cold snap until
Your mother leaves
And it's spring again.
About the author:
Life is a journey of discovery. Like when I just pasted in my second spring poem to find out that we are only allowed one each and I am horribly conflicted between inventing a pluming nom for one of my alter egos or being honestly guilt ridden because I'm not honest enough to tell you that I considered the alternative.
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