Air foggy and misty is the outside world,
but inside is filled with peppermint smells.
Hints of grey and pigments of red irises flutter on tickling cheeks
with warm embraces under feather down blankets.
Cinnamon Apple and Pumpkin Spice kisses graze here and there,
being held by pleased sounds of laughter.
Silent echoes of holiday carols fill the house
as the endearment inside blocks out the November shills.
YOU ARE READING
Hands covered in paint.
RandomDip your hands into multicolored paint and write the words with your fingertips. (I don't know what I'm doing. I guess this poetry stuff. Leave good things! ~Windy)
