SNOWFREE

We are all readyfor the end of winter.Here is a nice write about wanting to be free ofwind
and snow.

Speaking of a desire
to be warm.

 

Strange that some will write of bliss,

Tell a sweet tale of a wind thats crisp,

Speak with delight of white piles of drift.

Are they deaf to the howl of this devilish blight?

Blowing in white mounds disguised as angels of light.

Let light tepid breezes give me a kiss.

Warm oceans only,
that I insist.

No snow, no sleet, no more than a mist.

Cold hands, cold feet
and a nose that is runny?

Not for me!

Keep my soul in a place that is sunny

By Luana Layton