February frosts my windowpane and my expression.
With a sullen glance at the clock on the wall, I can't help but wonder if the cold that has frozen everything outside has taken hold of time as well.
Winter has curled her slender, pale fingers around my world and won't relent her grip until her shift is over.
Will she ever take a year off?
3 comments:
Seriously, Sarah. you are my most favorite poet. Music runs in you, but so do the lyrics. I LOVE it!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Did you write that? Wow girl. You got talent. But I see it differently..I love the winter and when my window freezes over. Makes me happy to be in a warm house.
Sarah, you are such an incredible writer! Have you ever submitted anything to the church cultural arts contests or the ensign/new era for printing? YOU SHOULD! Love you tons, Sis G
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