Winter Chills Flocculent snow I am under blanket My dreams a festoon Oh must I be awake? Why must I be awake. Laziness like honey Seeps through my veins I burn with envy For animals hibernated. Winter. Winter. Winter Chills in my aging bones Some days I long to be Young again But not often. Today I want to be young again: Winter chills unfazed, unblazed! Not longing to hibernate. I close my eyes and drift into a haze. The harsh floor of my environs- the dark woods A diamond glaze White. White. White. My pointy hat and my broom are under snow. Yet the chill of the winter is grey. Said the great witch Greta.
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