A Winter Morning
I awake to the muffled sound of snow
One thin frame betwixt warm and chill,
The smell of soft blankets beckoning dreams
As animate static holds the world still.
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January 15th, 2008 at 10:51 pm
Dear–
Your Washingtonian upbringing is showing. In any New England abode worth its salt, the windows are double-paned!
Yours in Picking Nits,
Thomas
(who liked it anyway)