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 I’ll layer up And carry extra clothes It’s finally time to put our sleepy, leafless Plants away. 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 Winter coat. 10/09/2005 Posted on 02/06/2006 Copyright © 2025 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. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)