by K. C. Cox

Created on: September 14, 2009

Late at night when all is still

I hear the sounds of snowflakes

I see the mountains and the pines

And below I see a lake

I hear the howling of the wolf

As it calls to lonely mate

Colorado calls me home

I hope I'm not too late

In secluded woods the cabin stands

To welcome me at last

I have to hurry with my plans

As winter is coming fast

I can see the fireplace burning brightly

The warm wool blankets on the floor

I can even hear a gentle knocking

Of someone at the door

In wish filled dreams I see your smile

The winds begin to blow

But I awaken and I wonder

If I shall ever go

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