Poetry: Of Hygge and Home by Teece
Of Hygge and Home
Warmth seeps though my fingers
Wrapped around the mug as it steams
In the chill of the air.
Cinnamon and spice, the colour and taste of autumn,
while sat on the window watching sunset over glittering frost.
My book lays forgotten on my lap as I sip.
Blankets, a fire and this peace.
It wraps around me, comforting and safe.
Like a hug from the inside.