Winter in the Mind
Cold air at the door
Blanket of white snow
Forlorn the trees sag
Drooping branches bare
Crystals of frost creep
Yet it is warm
The fire burns hot
The blanket tight
The coffee steams
Harsh blizzard
Howling wind
All so cold
Yet warm
Cosy
Happy
Calm
Copyright © William Johnson | Year Posted 2024
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