The wind howls
Through windowpanes
Leaves bristle
Swish on trees
Sanctuary sought
Playing jigsaw
A five thousand piece
On knees
Fire blazing
In the hearth
Adding rose-faced
Cheek
To banter
About who'll be first
To get up
And make the tea
A cosy poem sat by a blazing fire, no one wanting to move, not even for a cup of tea, lovely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I sense your deep happiness that brought this poem to life! Very warming!