Glass as frozen as the lakes...
A touch sends vibrations along the cracked window panes...
Winter is all over the place with laughter, but not at mine...
The dear old frosty was no snowman to play with...
Its pointed nose and deep blue toes pattered all along the visions of the horizon...
I had but a dwindling fire place...
a soon to extinguish one...
a little warmth which last a blow in time...
Not to mention the cough I am having...
a delighted imp slides across my yard...
in the thick white carpet...
I have not been out for days...
perhaps weeks..
god knows how many mornings have past in this semi- dimmed skyline with no sunshine to spare...
