Day 315: The Morning Chill Of Winter

I am too cold to care, I miss the summer air, Can I stay curled up in my blankets, maniacally chomping on a box of chocolates? Oh man, do you know what winter does to my hair?!?! © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy  

Free verse, Poem

Day 75: Ice

The fog surrounds me A Touch on cold skin An old forgotten friend Its dewiness lingering Like a lover’s caress, Cold and wet In hopeless abandon, I wait Breathing warm air Into a heart that only knows Ice. (c) Manivillie Kanagasabapathy ​