Monday, 16 January 2012

MAGPIE TALES 100


                                                                            


STONE COLD

The only thing to do is sleep,
The cold cuts like a knife,
But little “things” keep waking me,
To give the kiss of life.

7 comments:

Trellissimo said...

Sounds like kids when you try to sleep in! Haha!

Rosamund Browne said...

Do you know, Trellissimo, I hadn't thought of that, but you're right

Tess Kincaid said...

It really is about the little things...life's kisses...

Helena said...

heh heh........I like the images brought about by this little belter!

Sue said...

Good thing, too, or we'd all be in trouble!

=)

Rosamund Browne said...

Life's kisses are wonderful, I agree, Tess, but I'd rather be awake to enjoy them. "...little belter." Thanks Helena, I rather like that. Yes, sue, I suppose you're right

Helen said...

Cold does cut like a knife ... we need those little kisses to warm things up a bit.