A dream of silver coins and gossamer
of frankincense and sacred myrrh
tugging, gently tugging at the coverlet
the draperies drawn,
the candles lit.
Winter's wizened face and beard sent packing
by the blazing willow log
a'crackling, gently crackling in the fireplace
the shivered wind
leads on apace
These dreams to warm us lingering like a balm,
and cider mulled with cardamom
bubbling, gently bubbling in a bowl
blots out the wind
and shuns the cold.
Love the image that "winter's wizened face" gives me. (:
You just reminded me why I love winter so much
You make my most dreaded season sound like fun.
It's very pretty it sounds just like winter
The best thing about winter is this: being snugly warm inside with a crackling fire. Wonderful poem!
Where I am from right now it is -40 degrees celcius with the wind chill, which is surprisingly -40 degrees fahrenheit!
My Magician of words,I love your poems!
This poem just BEGS to be read aloud.
I love the sound of this one. Beautiful. It feels just like winter.
nice. you get some funky messages lol
Can't wait for the next draft of this one
Love the rhythm, Brendan. So lovely.
Comfy, warming and blissful
Awakening the familiar love I have for this season, and warm, loving evenings by the fire. Thank you for sharing.
Nice. I feel all warm and fuzzy. Fuzzy, ewwww.