November 13, 2007

Winter Writer

I tried to be a winter writer but the ink just froze in my pen.
I tried to be a winter lover but the blood just froze in my veins.
I talk to you but all you can do is complain.

I tried to carve my words in the winter scenes.
I tried to kiss the world but my lips got stuck to a tree.
I try to win you but you lose me all the same.

So walk out to the woodpile
Lift the axe on high
Chop that wood to splinters
Spit and walk back in.

I tried to be a winter writer.


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