Dark morning
Winter draws in
A saw a red breast bobbing along
And wished him a good morrow
Chill mornings
With a snap
And a dragon puff
The end of the year is running now
Each day competing with the last
Sleep in
Snuggle down
Hot cup of tea
Christmas bells are jingling in the distance
Not a scrap has been bought or wrapped
Lights on
Heat up
Early to bed
It feels like time to reflect on the weight of the year
To batten down and prepare for the next
Family time
Phone calls
Love to all
Claire Buss is a multi-genre author and poet, completely addicted to cake. Find all her books on Amazon. Join the discussion in her Facebook group Buss's Book Stop.
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