Will no one invite me to the hearth
to raise a cup of cheer
to share in joy and song and mirth
to pass a day so drear?
Doth hide within my cold, cold soul
a raging forlorn swell
a desire to thaw, to find a role
a place in which to dwell
I cannot rest, destined to roam
I knock upon the door
I creep into the swaddled home
To slide across the floor
No entrance to the fold I gain
No quarter to be found
No wonder I turn drops of rain
To ice flung to ground
(c) Denise Moncrief 2010
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(c) Denise Moncrief 2010
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