With frosted windows, I’m inclined to stay inside near a roaring fire.
Tag: micro poem
Canopy
We all hide beneath a tree canopy to find some sort of relief.
Knock
Winter knocks at the door, a cozy fire keeps it out, so we sleep in.
Blanket
Cold moves in so leaves curl up while the ground reaches out for a blanket.
Expressions
When your expressions give away everything, we can share all of life. Blog Image: Pixabay-Wolfgang157 Featured Image: Pixabay-skorchanov
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