The white noise truly haunts me <br />So chilled by varying degrees... <br />Covered in the frost of days of old- <br />Much like the ice covering the trees; <br />Lending no warmth to our bones nor marrow- <br />No where to build that: 'Proverbial Fire' <br />Hypothermia 'tis quick to always set in... <br />Longing for the gentle heat of Summers Inspire; <br />Long gone 'tis my Muse of warmer circumstance... <br />Of back when my days were filled with sunshine- <br />Yes, back in the day-when Summer -was the only way- <br />Back then-when you and the world were mine; <br />Today, i am chilled to the very bone and the marrow... <br />In silent repose, i now simply wait-- <br />For the thaw of Winter to melt into Spring... <br />I await, the questionable degrees of my fate! <br /> <br /> <br />By, Theodora Onken <br /> <br /> <br />December,2011<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cold-front/
