The morns are cold as hell
The
cornfields are all brown –
Water is frozen at the well,
Winter
doesn’t make a sound!
Wrapped up in my Mackinaw
The birds
have all gone –
And around my neck is a shawl
That a
family member passed on!
So cold my body feels this chill
My tears
would freeze if I cried –
Trees are standing bear on a hill,
And I want
to run and hide!
The nights are cold as hell –
It’s only
the truth that I can tell!
Epaphroditus© January 5, 2024
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