Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, April 17, 2025

Snuggled Up To Your Memory

 The winds were howling 

in a loud and haunting way, 

taking on the hills as the 

trees violently swayed. 


I quivered from the chill

as the storm was moving in, 

in this early spring season 

of battling rain and wind. 


I took to the house 

with pillow and blanket lay, 

thinking of the sunshine 

that you brought my way.


It warmed my heart 

as my soul now soared free, 

in the comfort of the moment

snuggled up to your memory. 


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