VIP
Is winter a VIP Such that autumn rolled out the red carpet, A blanket of leaves on the ground To be stolen by frost. Fingers pale, and cold, Take hold of everything Claiming it all for winter's own, A prize not offered, but taken. How cruel the cold, Taking all, and giving nothing back, Freezing the very heart of us, Our bodies and mood langid. Bring me the fire of summer, The blazing Sun that burns off the mist Wherever it's eye shines, And I will shine with glee. © Emma Steel
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You have an exquiste way with words Emma
I loved this one. I am visiting up north with my brother, and I needed this.
"Bring me the fire of summer, The blazing Sun that burns off the mist..."
Thanks!