Barefoot in Winter

    A draft escapes the illusion
    cast upon a winters day,
    circling low
    above the toe touched wood
    as the cold settles in
    I ask, Will it ever end?

    Will the birds sing once more?
    Will the sun kiss my bones warm?

    ©River 2013

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