Mid Winter Blues
by June Nash
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he has the mid winter blues
tired of hearty beef stews
harsh winter winds cutting face
against which he’s forced to brace
icy walks that cause slips
and treacherous driving trips
by fireside his mind drifts
as through travel brochures sifts
dreaming of punches with rum
and becoming a beach bum
skin receiving a light scorch
from the sun’s fiery torch
then with a cough he awoke
dreams flew up chimney with smoke
wrapped in comforter of down
with sore throat and sniffles frown
June Nash 