Warmth
is two frozen hands around
a mug of hot steaming
coffee, early morning
chillness crawling up your skin;
is coming in from cold
pouring rain drenched wet,
towelled and
wrapped snug before a stove,
crackling aroma of corn;
is a sun-shiny cosy-warm
feeling you get when
a girl smiles at you.
Sweet and youth is what this remind me of. Very nice Patricia
Hey, to each their own morning munch.I'll take the coffee and the 'crackling aroma of corn.I want to be 'hot' when that warm smile touches my awakening vision. I like 'Warmth'. Good write.
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The coffee, the coming in, and the sunny sun. Simple things; yet so priceless. Thanks for sharing. Curtis.