Winter is Magic

The Sun's warm gold,
The quilt's warm fold,
The mist on the window,
The cold on the pillow,
The thin evening breeze,
The freeze and sneeze,
The froth in the coffee mug,
The cuddle and the hug,
The large gulps of rum,
The soup and the crumbs,
The hot shower and the steam,
The oodles of cold cream,
The plethora of day dreams and aspirations,
The never-ending desires and fascination,
The thick layers of bright winter wear,
Yes, it's the season of ample love and care.

DAY-DREAMS

A day so bright and cold,

The sun shone to a warm gold.

I wanted to be under the quilt's fold,

But the alarm went on to run in bold.

I woke up from a dream so old,

Saw your eyes and the story they told.

Wish I could get lost in that wold,

Alongside the river bed as we strolled.

May be it was the last night's witness,

It made me smile out of wistfullness.

Still under the spell of your thoughts,

I forgot about the time I had caught.

A quick shower had worked wonders,

Out I was from the far yonder.

I jumped on the back-seat of the cab,

Sat by the window to keep the outside-view on tab.

The radio played your favorite song,

It made me hum it out along.

Came back the memories of that year,

When you and me were quite so near.

The thought of you again had brought a smile,

But there were no regrets, not even for a while.

I then realised it was just the last night's witness,

That had brought the smile out of wistfullness.