I am watching winter fold through the sky.
Closed windows battle cold winds.
My bones feel the silent snowfall.
As I rest, I hear a clock ticking.
I am worried because it is so cold.
I want to sleep past the morning.
Perhaps I will feel better tomorrow.
I hope you will be happy soon.
I have a candle burning for you.
I hope the storm will be gone soon.
W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love
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