The wind had howled three days or more.
The snow had drifted half way up the cabin door.
It grated on their nerves like never before.
He looked at her.
She looked at him.
Both of them with a silent grin.
“I will let down my hair”,
She softly said,
As to the fireplace
she boldly tread.
“I will take off my boots and hat,
(as you are now aware)
I can resist anything…
except,
when you let down your hair.
Oh no, I can not resist that”.

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reminds me of my mother and grandmothers. They all had long beautiful hair! A wonderful poem!