Keeping 'Good Old Days' Alive...

It's another buses-cancelled day so no kiddos for childcare...

Leaving some extra opportunity to practice what I poem 😅💕

Pour a second cup, dark umber

Because I start and finish with the same stanza

 this poem can be read from the top down 

or bottom up!

Put a kettle on to simmer

Watch flame-dancers twist and jive

Let the simple joys of winter

Keep the good, old days alive

Ease the angst of hurried lunch-breaks

Like a sabbath middle-day

Count the stars that fall in snowflakes

Wake the child that lost its way

Watch the birds without vain fretting

About what we cannot know

He who feeds sparrows is setting

Tomorrow’s ducks in a row

Let prudence and leisure mingle

Home-sweet-domesticity

While chores, books and gales rekindle

Good old days waiting to be

Pour a second cup, dark umber

It is winter. Sit and nod

Sweat and toil of summer slumber

Aching feet rest, slipper-shod

Taste a bit ‘o Brit tradition

Have a biscuit with your tea

Sometimes happiness is hidden

In plain-sight-simplicity

Let nature nourish and gladden

Gather barren branch bouquets

Plant a bowl-sized indoor garden

Let winter thrill and amaze

Make music with moment measure

Shake a fist at sparrow-hawk

Practice culinary pleasure

Do not haste the hungry clock

Crosswords, puzzles, scrabble, kittens

Paint a pic with poem-ink

Don a parka, hat and mittens

Let frost kisses turn cheeks pink

Savor winter’s favors slowly

Let its flavors steep each sense

With thanksgiving, meek and holy

Drink in argent ambience

Put a kettle on to simmer

Watch flame-dancers twist and jive

Let the simple joys of winter

Keep the good, old days alive

© Janet Martin