Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos
I wake to frosted windows, shimmering in the sun
I used to love the arctic air, as a child, I’d play & run
Winter’s breath is upon me, how I shiver in the cold
Seems I can no longer handle it, I must be getting old
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Frost
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