Cold communes with my tiny bed
As a layer of blankets warm my afro puffs
Wide nose and tiny ears
The sound of a hissing radiator
Struggling to bring on the heat
Simmers through the night
Toes tingling from the chill I
Wear a pair of my favorite yellow
Flannel footed pajamas
Snuggled tightly like a new born
I rest comfortably as snowflakes
Race from the clouds landing softly
On my window pane and in my backyard
Only a few more hours until sunbreak
And the first snowball fight of winter’s wonder

Desta

“Writing is a potion of devotion, magical, mysterious and mighty” Desta

"Love is like the sea. It's a moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from the shore it meets, and it's different with every shore. ”
Zora Neale Hurston