Warm under blankets in the early twilight
cold air on my face
sparrows sing outside the open window.
No Holds Barred
To tenderness and trusting
Warm under blankets in the early twilight
cold air on my face
sparrows sing outside the open window.
No Holds Barred 
Interesting piece of poetry. You managed to capture the moment with your descriptive style of writing. Hope to see more from you. Keep up the good work. ❤️❤️❤️
Oh, thank you so much! I am playing with poems right now. It just sort of happened. I’m having a good time. :)
I so appreciate your encouragement.