Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Poetic Asides Hir a Thoddaid challenge


Wintry Night

Icy snow rests on the window sill.
My thick quilt combats a winter chill.
Weatherman says it will snow until,
we all absolutely have our fill.
I’ll snuggle here, while Christmas lights twinkle,
until night’s quiet comes soft and still.

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