O, Mr. Chills

Snappy winter nights

O, Mr. Chills, winter is calling chattering skulls shivering spine

Underneath the blanket, in the cover of the starlit sky sometimes I mumble, my tiny rumbles

O my hot soup; an enticing appetizer frisson my senses with mingles

Entrée; the desi style; an aroma of herbs and spices barbequed snapper fish is served with a side of baked potatoes and for the dessert, I’ll have You my wintery comfort food; some love and You

© Dazzling Shene 2021

Thank you for reading my poetry and publishing it :) And thank you to Raffaella Ferretti for all the editorial help :)