The Blanket of Love

Message 826 of 1855

It is getting cold
But ‘tis the season to reason.
Weak neglected arms
Cuddle the empty shell
It is cold…..

Awake on the cold hard foam
Tossing and turning
Hallucinating shivering
Freezing waiting
With blind anticipation
It is cold ….

Wind hitting the window pane
Raindrops pitta patta on the sill
White slimy flakes come crawling
Down the looking glass
Sharp brisk lightning cutting
From side to side
It is cold …..

Time stands still
With the ticking echoing clock
Heat smells
The room is on fire
There’s no refuge in this wall-less room
It is cold …..

Love that fills the air is out of reach
The season is right
Don’t put up a fight
Come on over …
Cover me …..Tuck me in
With the Blanket of Love.

posted by wakeupcall

A perfect day for such a beautiful piece. It makes you feel warm.

posted by SaltFlatt
over 2 years ago

This moves with powerful images and repetition, ending with absolute perfection. Wonderful work!

posted by joanielind
over 2 years ago

You pen a plethora of chilly coldness that makes one shiver in delight. I love how you take all the cold elements and then at the end wrap the warmth that can only come with the rich comfort of loves nestling. This is a wonderful penned piece a beautiful cadence and of course the telling of a season that begets the need to blanket one or two in loves warmth…wonderful magic simply wonderful my heartfelt thank you.

Lady E