Frosted rooftops glinting 
in the lazy     low winter sun 
tiny footprints of the blackbird 
stand frozen in time 
if only for a moment 
the chimneys sigh 
giving the milky blue sky 
its only clouds for the day 
the stillness feels safe 
the stillness feels peaceful 
the stillness feels hopeful. 

I can’t believe it’s already December 10th. Only two more weeks worth of poems in this years advent calendar. Have you had chance to read many of the collection so far?

Have a fantastically festive weekend,

Paul