Mid-winters have their very own charm
Mid winters are like speed breaks
Some withered weather
Some faded foliage
Cloudy skies...chilled winds
Life get tucked into four walls
Love get stuck into woolens
Looking through the window
Waiting for the sunshine
Balcony becomes bonhomie
Having hot lemon tea
Sipping sweet corn soup
Kitchen becomes evergreen bonfire
Nudging... nagging lethargic mornings
Cuddling.. caressing romantic evenings
Taking life into shell of its very own warmth
Mid-winters have their very own charm
(For Poetry Jam)
Comments
much love...
Love get stuck into woolens
I really love the way you wrote this poem