I throw another log on the fire and settle in my comfy chair before my blazing fireplace enjoying the warmth, yes, both from my hot chocolate and the flames flickering, mesmerizing me I glance outside the window and see more snow falling huge white soft flakes covering the already white pristine carpet of snow blanketing everything and I notice in between the flakes little white owls so like bobbing snowflakes themselves through the glass of the window I hear their little hoots happy they sound and I feel content for the moment yes I feel content
This is a beautiful refuge and for once the snow isnt making me feel cold the way you wrote it. I know warm snow is just water but is not-cold snow - not snow ...hmmm
Anyway - well done and the owls - Im seeing a pattern now
Another outstanding poem painting with words the face of winter. I too like the little white owls. How cute they made another appearance in your writings. An amazing poem!
I live in a world of snow. It never ends until I visit the city, hundreds of miles away.
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