2 October 2012
Curling by the fire, To pass the cold nights. Winters harsh wind, Is no match for coal's fights.
A steaming mug of hot chocolate, Creating steam tracks above. Winter may be cold, But it's the season I love.
A warm dressing gown, Snuggle into the fur. A nice book to read, Winter's passed in a blur.
The Season I Love • Opuss № I