Winter Daydream

i am sitting by the fire with my back against the wall
and the ice in my hair is beginning to thaw

the cocoa is hot against my lips;
watching it swirl, i am careful not to tip

the mug in my hands, my quite pale hands,
and with the sweater drawn to my fingers my breath expands

in a small cloud, for a brief instant,
and before it dissipates, i am consistent

to sip my drink and close my eyes
whilst listening to the fire’s snapping cries

i’ll stay awake for now to deem
this whimsical moment a winter daydream


Day Four: Cruel January

Cruel January

Chattering teeth, frost-bitten toes,
whether we’ll freeze to death or not, nobody knows.

Take out the heavy coats, the knee-high boots,
watch the kids take for the snow in high pursuits.

Stay inside and read a book,
curl up on the couch with a thick, woolen quilt.

Sip your hot chocolate as the wind knocks at your shutters,
hope that next month things will be better.

Because surely, January is the cruelest month of them all.