It’s a grim, murky grey out in the world; as the waving flames from the birchwood fire keeps us warm indoors – our cheeks rosy, rosier than Santa’s hat; Bing’s on the radio, his voice velvet and relaxing; amid the rustling Holly and ivy wrapping paper, and tearing kraft-tape; the Christmas lights could send me to sleep, twinkling slowly, mesmerising; but there’s prep to do; a ginger cake to bake, and toffee sauce to create, – both from scratch; the temptation of a powenap is stronger still; the Nordic Sherpa blanket’s just been draped over me; and I’m toastier than a marshmallow;
– well 5 minutes of snoozing won’t hurt, I’ll just have a couple more quality street first.
I hope you enjoyed this poem and my Haiku Advent Calender. I’ll be releasing another poem on Christmas Eve along with a final haiku.
I’d just like to say a huge Merry Christmas and a Feliz Navidad.
Welcome to day nineteen of the Haiku Advent Calendar. I hope you’re all well. The days are going by too quickly.
I’ve donned a Christmas jumper to take part in the regular writing group I attend today so I’m festive and warm, like a good mulled wine or cider.
Now for today’s haiku…
Starlings murmur like prudes gossiping on bare trees; the air is frozen.
Thanks for reading and joining me today. If you missed it I was part of the cast of the Christmas Episode of Eat The Storms Poetry Podcast yesterday if you want something to listen to today. The Spotify link is below;