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.