The wind screams
And the rain thuds,
The skies are turning
As dark as mud.
A cold bite
In the morning air,
Tears are streaming
From my every stare.
No longer I feel
My fingers or thumbs,
My nose is red
And my ears are numb.
But there’s something about
The winter air,
That I can’t wait for
This time of year.
Eating apple cinnamons
In front of the Christmas lights,
As the snow covers the ground
Through the winter nights.
To be snug under the blankets
Nice and cosy,
It’s one time of the year
That feels so homely.


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23 Responses to Cosy

  1. Very cosy masterpiece 😊

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  2. Come into my woods and I will keep you warm by the fire.

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  3. Rajiv says:

    Now that sounds like hot chocolate…..
    Not innocent, you say?

    Liked by 1 person

  4. mandibelle16 says:

    I completely agre, the cold weather really does make you feel cozy and at home inside with a blanket. a good movie, in your warmest PJs or lounge clothes!

    Liked by 2 people

  5. Grandtrines says:

    Reblogged this on Orthometry.

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  6. Grandtrines says:

    Perfect for a cold December day in Texas.

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