in a chunky knit sweater
and sherpa-lined socks
hands clasped around my favourite mug
the steamy scent of hot ginger wine
waltzing in the air
with the aroma of an oud wood candle
while the crackle of beechwood
burning on the tv
the hardest choice I have
is deciding what book to get lost in.
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this poem.