It's crummy out But the tea is brewed just right And there is no plans, No reason to brave the cold It's crummy out But there's 200 pages left In this page- turner book And no responsibilities to accomplish -Kel Dayheart
First Fall
Ruddy cheeks and nose Bright eyed, wired From the first season snow That lingers in the air -Kel Dayheart
Winter Again
Cold again Can't seem to retain Any sort of warmth Ice forms Down to the pores Suffocating all heat -Kel Dayheart
Uninvited Guest
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Breaking the Ice
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Winter
A winter's day Biting chill Sweeps around me Winter day Frosting ice Tangled mess A winter's day Fogged breath Puffing along -Kel Dayheart
First Fall
A winter wonderland Done up in bright blue And unblemished white A rosy chill -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 