Hello Winter (Warming Brew)

Hands around the mug

whose heat embraces

all who sit

around

submit

to waves of warmth

the fire emits

inside that cosy feeling

tied

to memories

steamy, hazy

hand made blankets

crocheted patches

recollections

yarn that yearns

to be pulled tight

by cold numb fingers

in the night

held together

under over

weaving tribute

threads that spread

like dry

thatched truths

on saucer lays

a promised biscuit

fragmented pieces

like crumbling wishes

the cinnamon

that tingles

flickers on tongue tip

scented candles

stirring dreams

olfactory scenes

whose sharp pine notes

past family actors

act out

emote

wrap around

like heavy coats

that weigh us down

and keep us grounded

all together once a year

oh how we've not changed

just re-arranged

our jumbled lives

like unmatched socks

the pull of wool

sheep cold on moor

us all content

sheepskin rug

upon the floor

the steam from chocolate hot

the fire of whiskey

just a tot

the briefest flame

that warms you up

and then

the hands around that

hold you close

and gently hint

soft like butter

the crack of toast

the memories of past Decembers

now fluttering ashes

glowing embers

that pulse and fade

like ends of songs

in winters

that go on and on

the joy of being

safe from winds

that tear you hair

and whip your skin

annealed glass

now rattling

crittall windows

touched by

the silent hand

that moves low

like fog

cold as steel

across the land

Jack Frost

who has not etched

the flecks of gloss

not scraped with blade

single panes float

reflections fade

his crystal ferns

unfurling like

the fire that burns

they decorate

in twists and turns

in fronds opaque

intricate

fractal

tumbling shapes

the steam that rises

from wet clothes

the squelch of

muddy puddles

leaves

the soul of boots

that rise to heaven

the longest walk

the sky

that weeps

all over

tors and forest peaks

thrown over

mottled

liver spot ridden

compressed

and stormy

weathered

Devon

and drives us in

to shelter welcome

a kettle boiled

it's whistle gone

the sound

now robbed

along with others

we have missed

of hooves on cobbles

rag and bone

the landline ringing

hallway phone

the tick of clocks

now digitised

and all our lives

so sanitised

the hot tin baths

and babies laughs

and push me mowers

tearing grass

the summers gone

and we are all consigned

to weary sighs

the warmth inside

our hands around the mug

now empty

cold

it's tannin stains

like old friends

gone

their

faces fading

now revealed

dry lips part take

our fate is sealed

topped up again

like photographs

or snatches dreamt

a refilled bath

iridescence

that can't be grabbed

effervescent

crumbs of laughter

that blow across

the hallway

landing

reigniting

those cold embers

the draught

the breath

across those years

the warm

reminder

sea salt tears

the time to sit

and recollect

to reconnect

and

feel that gentle buzz

of warm contentment

a slug of love

so top me up

the Barley Bree

John BarleyCorn

Rabbie and Me

and once again

i will submit

to waves of

comfort

friends

effuse

and

wallow in

that

warming brew