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Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

I wrote this last night.  It’s not very Thanksgiving-ish, but then again when inspiration hits, it usually not around a holiday theme.  😉

 

I have slivers of shivers

slivery shivers of shivery slivers

And it’s cold.  A bold cold reckless cold.

A cold, cold, cold Bold. 

                                Enfold.

Sometimes pain’s like a rain.

                               A rain of pain.

And it hurts.  Like an ocean.

                                 Emotion.

 

And there’s a chill fit to kill;

there’s a bill on the window sill.

Where’s there’s a way, there’s a will.

                                          To live.

                                          To give.

                                To believe, to love

                               Like a golden dove.

                       It’ll snow, but I’ll go

where He leads.  No foe, no woe

                                 can stop me.

‘Cause He says, “Trust Me.” 

 

Feel free to critique.  @kb-writer I like your poem.  Isn’t snow stunning?