Tuesday, 1 December 2020

While winter's coming

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When he entered the kitchen his wife, 

cooking a classical Minestrone soup,

laughed as she told him that he looked

like a red cheeked, cheeky garden gnome.

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He kissed her fondly with half frozen lips 

told her he had worked in the garden

distributing the fallen leaves from

halfnaked trees over the soil

between the rimy plants.

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The day before he had decorated

-according to her wishes-

some of the trees and bushes 

with strings of bird feeds.

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Slowly the sun brushed through

the clouds and melted the frost

from the roof tiles as they heard

the soft dripping in the rain gutter.

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They smiled as warmly 

at each other

as it was warm inside

their home

and their hearts.

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© 2020-12-01

 

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