ON SUCH WINTER MORNINGS

[Cropduster]

ON SUCH WINTER MORNINGS

The first rays of sunshine spawn bright fairy lights
that sprinkle their way through the trees
and shimmer and dance in a playful delight
on such winter mornings as these.
The world is awash with a white marzipan.
embroidered in red green and gold.
The discarded oak leaves of amber and tan
lay crumpled or curled in a fold.
The crackle of new winter frost on the ground -
a snare drum that maintains a beat.
The steam of my breath fills the air all around,
a pulse that keeps time with my feet.
Wrapped tight in a trench coat, accessorised scarf
and warm woollen mitts on my hand
I smile as the children at play start to laugh,
a winter joy sweeps o'er the land.
The intoxication of coffee's fresh brew
comes wafting along on the breeze
It's calling me home to a place set for two
on such winter mornings as these.

Copyright (c) Allan Cropper November 2015

[Neville Briggs]

Wotchoo torkin about, it's 38˚ here to-day.

[Cropduster]

Wishful thinking, Neville, wishful thinking

[mummsie]

You have painted the scene beautifully Allan. Well done.
Cheers
Sue

[Heather]

Really lovely Allan.

[alongtimegone]

Enjoyed the pictures you created Allan but give me the sunshine state every day
Wazza

[Heather]

Variety is the spice of life Wazza!

[Cropduster]

Thanks Sue, Heather and Wazza

I enjoy the sunshine, but romance belongs to the winter

[Heather]

Here's the spot where Bob steps in and reminds you about romantic walks (hand in hand of course) along the (unquestionably Queensland) beach.

[mummsie]

You old romantic Allan-how nice to see.