Can't feel my face.
Nor my fingers.
The heater's on.
Bashed by cold.
Sky look full of snow drops...Okay I mean flakes!
Of course I do,
Of course I knew!
Snow drops show their humble heads in spring.
It's bitter.
I'm inside.
Not going out.
At least until tomorrow.
Dog's buried under the covers.
Surprised she doesn't suffocate.
She's great.
An odd shuffle.
A snuffle.
She'll be up soon.
Waiting for dinner.
She'll be the winner.
Then we'll snuggle down together.
In a weather beating way.
(C) LIVVI