Icey wind blows
snowflakes swirling
'bout my head
Wrapped against the cold
mittens and shawls
my new best friends
The air is clear, brisk
Not a cloud in sight
The wind is still
on this cold
silken night
House becomes harbor
Secure safe and warm
Comfort embraces Us
upon finding Our way home
Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC
Icey wind blows
snowflakes swirling
'bout my head
Wrapped against the cold
mittens and shawls
my new best friends
The air is clear, brisk
Not a cloud in sight
The wind is still
on this cold
silken night
House becomes harbor
Secure safe and warm
Comfort embraces Us
upon finding Our way home
Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
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