The green expanse of grass
Where Lacey and I stroll
Is cold-whitened in the chill overnight
It scrunches underfoot,
Chinese crisped seaweed
Above, across the morning blue
White clouds stretched taut
Like varicose veins pulled thin in a late winter sky.
We’re icy cold and missing you
So we’re returning
homeward bound, both dog and I.
Beneath our feet, pavements sparkle,
In this low morning light
with a frosting, like diamonds and marcasites.
Ahead, our cottage, our home beckons
Radiating with love and warmth
You offer a welcoming mug of steaming coffee
But I defer the delight of sipping,
Whilst I’m warmed by your tender love embrace.
I'm now unfrosted.
Sat 11th Feb 2023 09:17
Thank you both
Sat 11th Feb 2023 08:35
A fine, well written poem, Russell.
Fri 10th Feb 2023 17:02
A lovely hug on a winter's night. Nice one J.D.
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