Cosy (a British acrostic poem)

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Cuddling underneath his fleece blankie he smiled

Outside the wind is shaking the windows wanting in

Sound of the crackling flames in the fireplace lull him almost to sleep

Yawning he shut off the TV.  He wanted to live in that moment forever.

Weary (an acrostic poem)

Westerly winds blew across the prairie, making the long grass dance

Even such a beautiful sight couldn’t raise Kyra’s spirits

All her hopes and dreams seemed to have turned into grey ash

Reaching out to touch the blades, feeling them tickle her palm

Yawning inside she felt double her forty years