Sleepy Snare

It was December

In a hall of lumber,

I was dead in slumber

And collecting some stars

When rang the bell of morning in the dorm

I was bewildered and my eyes gave a big scorn.

There she came - a maiden of art

Touching my head with the warmth of her heart

In the little aisle of sleepy grounds

I found myself a place sound

The winter lady caressed my hair

With every touch, I fell deeper in snare

In the chill morn of this month gala

I was in my bed - a sleepy koala...

We spent a long time together

Witnessed by the freshly born heather

And what was not amused alone was this weather

Which ensnared all in its sleepy tether... 

#HAPPY DECEMBER

#HAPPY WINTERS