Good Morning Winter,
You lay like a blanket on the coldest day. Protecting the grass from the harsh winds who don't approve of their greenness. You dress the trees in white cotton, decorating the mess the Fall has left behind. You grace the streets with slippery flakes that collide automobiles, but you only mean to close the schools for the kids to spend some more time in beds. You are a dog's dream, a giant water bowl, and my how cute you make the pooches look with your small pinches of fairy dust on their noses. You slap cars with mounds, and you are a toy-land for the mini's. You only mean well, Winter. But you are a temporary grace for this world, they will hate you in no more than a week. I still love you, you fascinating wonder.
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AuthorI like to write; point blank. This is a little piece of me that I get to share with the rest of the world, and hey, you know, maybe you'll appreciate it, maybe it'll do nothing for you. But my writing exists, and that's enough for me. © 2019 Silvia Iorio. All rights reserved.
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