Starry Winter

Poetry | 16 Lines

Destiny S. Harris

Poetry | 16 Lines

My feet grow cold

January snow

My tea pot sings

My imagination has wings

A warm cup of ginger

Is all I remember

An incense blows

While my mind grows

I wrap my legs

Around the pegs

The chair is my friend

I sit and enjoy the wind

A shower at night

To get it right

Turn off the light

And rest for the night

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