This is a poem about the cold winter nights.
Image by ♥ellie♥ via Flickr
As I stand watching from my window,
I see the night fall,
I can see outside its so dark, black and rainy,
I see the rain drops fall onto my window stool where I stand,
Everyone is lock up warm and safe inside their beds,
I see the smoke rising from the chimney up to the midnight skies,
The cold runs down my back and I feel it gets colder and colder,
Then I decide to close the blinds and return and read a book on the sofa,
So I can wait for the fire on the gas heater to burn and warm up the house…….
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