Nestled amidst the
dwindle of winter – tiny,
subverting seasons…
Inexpressible
in seventeen syllables-
this year’s awesomeness!
The new calendar
sits near and expectantly
whispers adventure!
This year, now grown old,
looks to peaceably slumber –
smiling memories.
Frost softly crept here
last night, a glistening tread
now dancing in light.
Sun’s lambent glow pours
into our sleepy idyll
and is met with smiles.
Breakfast of dulcet
tones- ‘sugar…honey honey’…
Laughter starts the day!