WINTER'S COMING

Icy chills
travelling from the tip
to the base of your spine.
 
No ghoul or ghost
just the wind
playing freezing tricks.
 
Brown leaves
form a leathery carpet
along the ice white glistening floor.
 
Your air catches
in front of you
like a smokers incessant puffing.
 
Bitingly cold air
consumes your fleshy lungs
a stabbing pain condensing within.
 
Frost greets you
like a lost friend
as you embark on daily adventures.
 
Only thoughts of making it
warmly through the day
keeps you going – giving you hope.
 
A blanket of darkness
draws around us,
as we begin our travels home.
 
Walking through
the front door
being greeted by a rush of warmth.

​The smell of food
engulfing your flared nostrils
as home comforts draw near.
 
Greetings and
welcome murmurings
from loved ones serenades your ears.
 
Sitting down with
a glass of wine
in front of a crackling fire
 
and watching
reruns of favourite
television shows
 
creates a longing
desire to snapshot
this moment into an album
 
to remember
and treasure
for years and years to come.
 
For me this is winter,
not summer;
it’s different but still loved.
 
Winters coming.

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