eight below zero
and nothing flows, least of all
my iced-over heart
Ohhh…so, so very cold.
perhaps some tea, or
hot chocolate with whipped cream
made with loving hands?
Oh dear. Another beautiful, sad shard from the Bard. 🙂
…but winter ends where spring begins. ❤
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Ray Sharp, The Bard of Liminga