Friday, November 22, 2013
It's getting colder and colder up here in the Northeast corner of the land. Should have a wood fire going in the stove...but I guess I'll just turn up the heat and stare out the window at the cold and tired rose bush. Can't wait for spring. We can skip over winter. And summer. Spring and fall, spring and fall...that's all I need. But that's another poem for another day. Today is "Rosy".
and my nose
are really froze
i think that they are doomed
do you suppose
my rosy nose
could smell a rose in bloom
these rosy toes o’mine
it’s warm and days are fine
other posies loom?
It's a comfort to know that closer to the equator and in the southern hemisphere there are some rosy roses and warm noses, and that soon it will return here, too!
My cat knows how to keep his nose warm.
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