Abide with Me

I love the poetry I’ve found on the blog entitles Roth Poetry. You should check them out if you enjoy reading a good poem.  Yesterday, I read a prompt there for Quadrille Monday to write a poem consisting of 44 words, excluding the title. The verse had to include the word Abide. I decided to try this challenge. I penned Abide with Me on a Friday.

Abide with Me

Abide with me inside where it is warm

The north wind is blowing up a storm

Millions of snowflakes gliding from the sky

So give me a reason why

There would be any harm

With the cold waiting outside

To simply abide with me

I hope you enjoyed the simple poem, Abide with Me. I can’t think of a better thing to do on a cold winter day than to abide in the warmth of your house. This is especially true if you are in the middle of a pandemic. I want to thank the folks at Roth Poetry for inspiring me with all the fine verse I’ve discovered there and for challenging me to write the poem Abide with Me.

My original idea for the month of December was to write a series of Limericks. I guess you can’t control inspiration. The wind and the cold beyond my door make thoughts of staying inside attractive. The green grass is gone. In its place is the dark soil of wet dirt.

December isn’t my favorite month of the year. The stage is set to make the suggestion to for my spouse and I to stay inside.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

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