Heavy blankets pile our old, cold bed
Illuminations
Battle with the gloomiest of days
Eagerly my skin reaches out for warmth
Reddening hands, toasting toes
Now the grate's ablaze with wood
August gathered. incinerating summer like some
Treachery. December has begun this seasonal
Endurance.
An acrostic and just 44 words for Mish’s quadrille with the word: hibernate
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