The Log Cabin
Published in
Feb 18, 2021
The smell of pines wafting through the logs
wraps the chill around your curled up body.
The fire flashes in your glistening orbs.
Heating your front,
yet eclipsing your back.
Your toes curl between the fur
digging into the grizzly shaped rug.
Tickling sensations crawl up your spine
hibernating on the nape of your neck.