Cold Weather Blues
by Kristina Woodhill
As I rummage through
my closet for
my snuggly, long warm coat,
my scarves and gloves are there within
the bin I throw my small stuff in
All tangled like some woolly Scottish
Wrestling match of plaids.
At work today Ill layer up
And carry extra clothes
Its finally time to put our sleepy, leafless
While I scramble for my clothes and keys
With tail held high and so at ease
You pad by me, caress my knees
Then curl up, smiling placidly
And calmly grow a lush new
Posted on 02/06/2006
Copyright © 2023 Kristina Woodhill
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Mara Meade on 02/08/06 at 11:37 PM|
So terribly unfair that a cat does not have to scramble....!
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/27/06 at 11:11 AM|
this is such a wonderful and stirring assemblage of images, they warm the eyes which lacked for lids to snuggle in.