Alone at last with time for thought,
collecting scattered memories
of winter days, dark, cold and fraught,
warm fires with crackled blaze.
Discarded passions dust -adorned,
in shades of black and white,
in lonely moments tear drops fall
in calm of evening light.
As thoughts of seasons changing now
returns to warm the soul,
small headed Snow -Drops break the soil
reminding of summer's toil.
Comforting smells begin to rise
from smoke caked Aga's bowels,
much -kneaded bread perfumes the room,
wrapped once in floured towels.
Enveloped now in life's warm hug,
I can face the year to come,
it's as if my life returns once more
and has only just begun.
~~~
Silver trophy winner
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