Treasure Island

Juan Olivarez

(september 12 / nyssa oregon)

When It's December


When it's December out, and the wind is cold,
Inside my blankets, myself I'll fold.

When the miserable drizzle, falls without,
My face sports a grimace and a pout.

Snug in my bed, dreaming of summertime,
Thinking that winter, should be made a crime.

Enjoying hot cocoa, with marshmallows afloat,
On a sea of brown, like miniature boats.

Yet nothing makes me blue, like a cold December day,
What I wouldn't give, just for one golden ray.

12/27/13 Alton Texas

Submitted: Saturday, December 28, 2013

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  • Smoky Hoss (2/26/2014 1:05:00 PM)

    I do so understand, and fully agree with. You've been readin my mail as they say! I'm quite sure you speak for many with these wintery-words... (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (12/28/2013 12:15:00 PM)

    I hate Winter too Juan - lets hope there will be many golden rays coming soon. Great poem. (Report) Reply

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