Keep those digits – a poem

As the light dusting of the first snow

spreads its cool blanket right at my front door.

My comfort not so warmly greeted by

the sub zero winter winds whispering politely in my ears,

“if you want to keep those digits

time to clothe them

in a proper pair of mittens.”

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Stay warm and toasty everyone. Have a pleasant evening. High five❤️✋