A cozy cottage
Tucked away in a forest
Blanketed in white.
A worn, plush sofa
Littered with many pillows
And placed near the fire.
Wisps of golden flames
Waving back and forth, dancing
Along blackened logs.
Another storm is
Rolling in, barricading
Me in solitude.
YOU ARE READING
Euphony
Poetry⌲a collection of poetry There is not a collective theme that I would place all of these poems under. I write and publish them whenever an idea comes to mind, therefore updates may not be consistent. Poems are also in order from newest to oldest. Th...
