The weather forecast was doubtful.

Would it snow, would it snow, would it snow,

To stay, by the fire, take the risk,

on a new love, with a friendly charm

could mark the first sentence in my story.

The fire is so delightful,

Is it warm, is it warm, is it warm?

To stay in his arms could be the first

paragraph in our lives together.

The weather outside may be frightful,

The fire crackling delightful,

but there is something I know

I’m going out in the snow.

I’ll write my own chapter,

A book that will matter,

I’ll put my coat on right now.

Bring on the snow, let it snow, bring on the snow.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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