The snow is falling fluffy outside
landing delicately on the windowsill.
No one should disturb the blanket
save a lone rabbit wandering home.
Pressing our noses to the panes
we watch the snowflakes dance,
til the spectacle is obscured by
hot breath on frigid glass.
*
Inside, the fire settles in its hearth,
flames crackling to life,
the smell of pine wafting
through the cozy house
as the kettle whistles its tune,
billowing steam brushing softly
on pink cheeks
in this quiet pocket of warmth.
*
We line up homemade mugs
full of powdered chocolate and marshmallows
and watch carefully as each one is poured.
Our fingers curl round the comfort
of cocoa and whipped cream,
the perfect drink
to help us stay inside
on a beautiful, cold day.
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Our fingers curl around the comfort of hot cocoa and whipped creme. - Nicely done!!1
This reminds me of a calming soundtrack meant to help you relax and perhaps fall asleep. Beautiful and evocative.