Snug under quilts
of feather and down
Eyes half closed half open
A dream
part broken
As clocks reverse
and time stands still
you wake
to frost crazed panes
and icy breath
Toes recoil and curl
feeling the frozen ground
beneath your stockinged feet
The camp fire fizzles
and spits blue flame
the coffee aroma lures you
out
into the barren winter morn
brave as the first pioneer
in a strange land
Goose pimpled legs and shivering heart
cold as iron
your cosy den a warm memory
calling you
to retreat
with buttered toast
and honey sweet
to break your fast
Written for Magpie Tales #243 - Tess provides the image, we the story
