Monday, January 5, 2015

Frigid Sun



Frigid Sun

Come out to play, ‘you may not stay’ Winter may say.  
Some days even the Sun
remains covered in a pillowy lay.

Amidst the fun and warm hugs from mum,
it isn’t enough to persuade
the Sun to come out to play and go for a run.

Frigid locks from heads wet like a mop,
warmth is shelved and on the very top.

Drips stop when cold does its part,
other drips start and cause
a run to the soup mart.

-a.o.debarros

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