Winter is her weakness
a body trapped in bleakness
shaking and aching
the darkness enchanting
her hopes bequeathed
as she falls like leaves
windows fill with teariness
as she is locked inside by weariness
waiting to see again
waiting to hear again
waiting to sing again
Tomorrow starts with latte
the fuel of fearful Friday
and the fire inside her ignites
as Winter continues to bite.
Charlie Ann Alford 
Like your poems . They are always energetic. You give us the clue that you will use latte in the next days poem . Well done…
I think you’ve seen my blog before as well:
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