The prompt for last week’s Tale Weaver is outside your front door. Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting.
Outside the door, the snow blows so cold,
Shivering turning our faces too bold;
Seeing beauty of the white world old.
Here the winds bite at our skin, they turn —
Bare skin numb in seconds outside learn —
For now stay inside be warm discern,
The soft fragility floating round air,
Calls to our soul, beyond reason to care,
Find peace and in Christmas spirit share.
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