A picture of a winter scene inspired me to write this poem

                Can't You Hear My Sobbing Heart?

  

 Oh! how I long to fit

 into this heavenly atmosphere,

To walk on untrodden snow

which is something rare

in where I live.        

Reminding me the tales

Of winter Lands

I heard in my grand ma's lap.

The house coated with white,

soothes my tired eye sight.

The horse waits ready

 to pull you to etenity.

Oh! how I long to fit

 into this heavenly atmosphere,

where I can stroll in the floor

of crispy, crunchy snow,

to be exposed to all elements

or walk in the dark woods

 behind the house;

or sit under the tree

reading a book

 of Daphne Du Maurier's,

covering my head

with a  scarf.

Oh! how I long to fit

 into this heavenly atmosphere,         

 let my toes feel

the tingling cold of the brook

and watch  they turn blue;

or to rub my palms together

 and make myself warm,

to open the windows and let

the chilly wind seeeps in.

Oh! Can't you hear my sobbing heart?

Can't you hear my sobbing heart?