Since when does fifty
Degrees feel so cold
My window is down
The heater is tempting
It’s only September
There’s hardly an ember
Of heat in the air
Where I sit and I stare
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Since when does fifty
Degrees feel so cold
My window is down
The heater is tempting
It’s only September
There’s hardly an ember
Of heat in the air
Where I sit and I stare