Winter WARMTH BY ADAM PARRY
Wisps of mist rise up from the river
twisting in between the snowclad roofs
and chimney pots
mingling there with the smoke,
a coal burning fire sparks of burnt amber,
a child waiting patiently for morning
when a new advent leaps up to a day
of expectation, the drifting snow whispering her to sleep,
a holiday with her snowman and his new hat.
The cat leaps clear the path of snow.
The child waltzes, spins and dives
and runs inside
looking for a new coat for her snowman.
