"Love Does Not Freeze in Winter's Breeze," A New American Sonnet to Those with Christmas Blues and Year-end Woes
Love Does Not Freeze
in Winter's Breeze
A New American Sonnet to Those,
My Friends, with Christmas Blues
and Year-end Woes
When I peruse . . . my friends in throes
of Christmas blues . . . and year-end woes,
I under-stand . . . with sym-path-y,
stretch out my hand . . . cog-ni-zant-ly,
give them hugs grand-ly, and . . . I think, "Glad it's not me!"
This time of year . . . differs for me:
snow brings not fear, . . . but sets me free,
which I accept . . . re-luc-tant-ly
when I still want . . . to feel guilt-y,
because I don't, and won't, . . . I think, feel un-hap-py!
Good luck with your . . . dirty laundry;
I send mine out, . . . because it's free.
It matters not . . . if we agree:
love tatters not . . . when out to sea;
on that sweet plot-ted "knot," . . . I think, we both agree.
Thank goodness, dear, . . . love does not freeze . . . in Winter's breeze,
nor priced so dear . . . as other near . . . come-odd-it-teas.
Noon Tuesday, December 17, 2013
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