The snowflakes go by,
Falling from the sky.
The window is foggy,
From the fire warm inside.
The little ice crackles have formed
On the edges of the window where
Jack Frost has been.
The weather outside storms.
The scenery outside transformed.
Everything outside with snow adorned.
Everything on the other side of the window, cold.
But not me. Inside by the fire I am warmed
As the weather outside storms.
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Author:
deepthoughts (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
very nice .. i love the idea of you sitting inside by the fire . .the contrast of warmth and cold in this poem , is nicely expressed
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