It’s the season of colds and of flu
Hands so cold that they start to turn blue
When your nose won’t stop running
You know summer’s not coming
And Narnia just, after all, might be true.
©cih12, 10.02.2012
starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
About Me
- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.