Saturday, January 3, 2026

Sequence

 


COLD WEATHER THERAPY  


lazy afternoon

Ol’ Blue Eyes

warms a memory–

the promise of spring

in his song

 

reaching my ears

his mellow tones

melting my mood

the hard winter forgotten

with dreams of summer

 

 cocooned by snow

 I listen to his voice

 spinning his love songs

 spinning me down

 that long ago road


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