Source: 4allgoodthings
Read a book by the fire.
The pages will shine brighter.
I don’t need to fight the snowdrifts.
I’ll stay inside with the misfits.
The ones who prefer books
that grab you with their hooks.
The fire is getting low
as the strong winds begin to blow.
I snuggle farther beneath the covers
as I read about murders and lovers.
The Dead walk the bitter cold.
Florida nights have lost their charm.
Wolf may be centuries old,
But he will never do me harm.
THE DEAD GAME
I see men
Walking
In the cold
Coming closer to my home.
Snow swirls around them.
Feet crunch on ice.
Four of them.
Why are they here?
Four men.
The window mists from my breath.
It fogs my view.
I must run.
I must hide.
Four men.
I dream of snow
Wrapped in a bow.
Some cold cheer
Is needed here.
SUSANNE LEIST 