Winter darkness has now fallen, I have lost my treasured vice.
That little place where I sat quietly,
is now suffocated in ice.
Gone for now, my happy place,
I spent alone with just my thoughts
Reliving past days memories,
and what those moments taught
Many days are yet to pass,
as I yearn for my favorite chair
Cozily peering thru frosted glass, longing thoughts locked in my stare
When will the sun return to warm that frozen air
Melting those iced shackles, and giving me back my favorite chair
Leslie R Hennick copyrighted 12/2017 all rights reserved
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