Cold !
January 27th, 2015 by Magdalena Tabor
Brrr-aving the wind that gusts
The just settled snow
To fall anew,
That talcoms every naked branch
In powder blue.
But I, mummified
In quilted coat
And wrapped not once
But twisted twice,
Peer from within
The downy depths,
Two owl eyes
In its knitted nest.
