Hibernation

Hibernation

The garden is sodden now,
  these days of rain creating
pools our boots splash in.
  I see you watching the falling   
rain from our bedroom window.
  The electric blanket's on.
Perhaps we'll winter here.
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By Arthur Richardson

Very part time poem maker. Retired from paid work.

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