Cold hands, warm heart.
Rush last steps to home.
Winter chill settles on skin.
Rough branched pussy willows, blossoms so soft.
Gathered from the ditch…precious winter gift.
I’m the first.
Birds of a feather flutter startled.
Once again, the look…
Mental note, make noise first.
Breath exhale, deep, winter yoga, no rush.
Steel key rasps, knob squeaks.
Door glides, bringing.
Fresh air clinging, as it rides to warmth.
Sun glows through windows once again.
Missed, beloved, stay longer, come more often.
Bring meringues if you would, please.
Snow cover, winter rolls over again in it’s bed.
Toes cold, tongue tasting.
Mocha, how I love thee….
Let me count the ways.
Deep, dark chocolate secrets wafting from a cup.
Coffee rich, vibrant, depths inside, withholding tales.
Birds gathered, seed flying, big trees hiding.
Cat watching, tail twitching, inside’s the place to be.
Mocha overtaking fresh air, hands heavy with cup.
Creamy, dreamy, scented love of sugar.
Sun lowering, mountains glowering.
Fog returns from it’s shopping trip.
Cloaked Eagles cluck in annoyance.
Perched like Christmas tree toppers up high.
Day, giving back to dark soon.
Pink meringue, gooey treasure, crispy crunch.
Cat batting at sprinkles on floor.
Caffeine rush, sugar high.
Virtuous reward for cold walk.
Winter waves from the fields…
Pink meringue disappears, bits and pieces, sun behind a cloud.
Coffee drunk to the dregs.
Meringue a memory.
Cat hungry, birds fed.
Sun down, fog in.
My world, Wednesday…
He of the fur, and I of the coffee, sit and dream of dinner.
Jen @ Muddy Boot Dreams