Camila Isern

Winter To Me

As the crystal snowflakes carefully drift down.
I see a white blanket slowly covering the town.
Bustling along with great motivation.
I really don't like this abysmal situation.

Although it is beautiful and serene I've been told.
To me, I feel nothing but malicious cold.
My ears start to numb and my fingertips tingle.
In the distance I can hear a subtle holiday jingle.

Laughter, happiness, and joy fill this time.
But all I can do is sit here and rhyme.
Because while most are out in the snow having fun.
All I really want is to feel heat from the sun.

So I sit here frozen solid with a book in my hand.
with a blanket around my shoulders, imagining a warmer land.


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