Jan 8
2 min read
Winter Makes My Heart Warm and Sets My Spirit On Fire
Prose Poem
I don’t know about you, but winters make my heart warm, feet cold, and my heart on fire. I love the ticking voice of the clock in my room, the light of my night lamp, the burning of memories, and numb fingers that only feel alright when I wear gloves.
I don’t know about you, but winter makes me kind and humble. Just like the eyes…
