Wood stove heat warms my back.
Drafty floors chill my feet as I stand before the windows.
Trees sleep in their blankets of white and
Winter in Maine continues.
February Snow
Wood stove heat warms my back.
Drafty floors chill my feet as I stand before the windows.
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Beautiful and captivating poem.
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