Warm Again
My fingers and toes are pink again
My cheeks in constant blush
Dear Winter Sir we are not friends
My skin needs Summer’s blazing touch
— a.r.
Secret Blush by Maria Pace-Wynters
Power and heat are back.
I am hoping that others have their power restored soon.
This bitter winter is taking its toll, wishing warmth for all.
Wonderful little poem. I like how you are talking to winter too.
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Glad you liked it. Yes, I have a tense relationship with Mr. Winter. He is not endearing himself to me this year, in the least. Thank you for reading.