10 January 2017
Night winds press the cold against my windows,
through the old panes the frigid air enters into my home.
Bundled in layers, I add a blanket onto my lap
as I read by candlelight.
The night grows colder with every hour,
so I drink a pot of tea and go to Middle-earth,
entering by way of pages bound.
A seemingly reasonable solution in the
absence of a fireplace. Tea solves all the problems.
Add it to the list of ways to warm up,
next to thick, cosy layers, on a wonder-filled,
cold southern night.
Alongside tea, would be some good company,
bringing warmth and light.