Winter`s knocking !

Winter is knocking at my door

with the cold seeping under it

so stoking up the fire for warmth

as bones are chilling where I sit

the cat`s stretched out before the hearth

quietly watching the mice run free

rooms filled with the sound of whistling

copper kettle boiling for me

the flicker from a lone candle

 spectacles perched on my nose

makes it hard to see the stitches

of a delicately sown rose

as the wind batters the shutters

and roaring fire keeps me warm

my cat stirs for but a moment

we both know there`s to be a storm

for the night will be a harsh one

but we`ll be safe here together

my cat and I in our cottage

nestled down here in the heather

As long as there`s a roof over my head, warmth and company I know I`ll be ok.

© Lissie Bull 2017