Awakening old man’s heart
old wife fills his cart
with sweet warm tart
a long day ahead
make sure my hat is on your head
she bids goodbye
peering through the steamy dye
he grins as he chats
how can he forget her hat
last April’s gift
of old wife’s art?
Surely Spring has come
but why has this snow made its home
and won’t let go?
old man steadies his hand
firms the rein
never mind
a long day must end
and soon I’ll leave this cold
and be home with sweet warm wife.
sound mind journal 
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