The cold tries to sneak into our minds.
It creeps like soft,
little
mice feet,
insinuating itself into our psyches.
Whispering stay in, stay in,
stay under your blankets.
But,
the whole gorgeous world awaits.
Only in this moment are you alive.
Yesterday is history, and tomorrow never becomes today.
Oh what fun we will have today.
© words by Dan DeMarle 2017 – Poem originally posted on FB on 11/6/09
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