Rosy cheeks from breeze that nips
and teases; blushing fingertips
in cloak of woollen winter white,
playing tag with frosty Sprite.
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Rosy cheeks from breeze that nips
and teases; blushing fingertips
in cloak of woollen winter white,
playing tag with frosty Sprite.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Brrrrrr…But – I LIKE! I wonder why? 😉
Happy Friday Melody!
I thought you might like this one! 🙂 Happy Friday to you too, Rosy!
I love this one! Sometimes a short light-hearted one is needed.
This one reminds me of my young charges coming in after recess…
That is so precious! What a privilege and honor to influence “young charges”–and a pleasure for the most part, I’m guessing. Makes me a bit weepy-eyed. Melody, you don’t know that, in future, some may remember you–and contact you to offer thanks. God bless you Big!
Thanks Caddo!
Such a perfectly wintery poem! Thanks Melody, for transitioning us into this! 🙂
Transition time doth draw nigh, that’s for sure…it’s been snowing here on and off for the last three days!