The cold is settling in
For an extended stay
To impolite guests say
Don't leave the door open.
Snow is anticipated
And the furnace
Is out of service
Heat can't be overrated.
Icicles hanging from eaves
Frozen daggers dripping
And snowpacks slipping
Cause the tiles to heave.
Scarves, hats, and mittens
Will only warm
When they are worn
Sick children seldom listen.
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Author:
PerditaRose (
Online) - Published: November 20th, 2025 10:18
- Comment from author about the poem: The image is a photo of my husband and son from over 20 years ago.
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