Fire crackling, centrepiece, warms the whole room through
Dim lit lamps are dotted, small table, sporting brew
Mat of twirl, takes centre stage, an armchair inviting so
Slippers warming by the fire, book laden, words I know
Down I sit, my shoulders draped, with blanket, tartan checks
My legs curled up, nice and snug, sipping brew on break
In fire look, the flames a blaze, Red and Orange too
My words I read, enjoyment, my lazy afternoon
Over reach into my bag, take out my book and pen
Ideas are flowing thick and fast, my fingers scribbling
There before my story wrote, inspiration from my room
The title called a Winters Eve, I’ve written this for you
Love, light and healing energies too you all
Tm
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