Awoken by footsteps of winter, I ran to the door
The winds raging roaring,
exploring the cracks in the floor
The fire unstarted, but soon the flame flickers the warm
Though brightly the sun shines,
it's hidden away by the storm
I ran to the fire to see if the coffee had burned
Then back to my book,
noticing that the pages had turned
I lye by my lover, in wonder, for what be the reason?
Are these wind blown pages my life
passing by in the seasons?
Stay cozy my friends Wizzzmo