Winter Days
i look out of the window above my live fire place
from my vantage point of warmth I see the bare trees
blowing it fortells of cold days that are coming
the wind blows what remains on the branches that
where once green leafs and now leaves them barren
though I am warm at present my bones rattle and
chatter at the mere thought of winters storms and snow
that come upon the earth and its denzions during
winter months
I pray, Oh G-d, make this winter a mild one or better
yet send the funds to buy the wood so that we can keep
the hearth glowing.
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