Winter Nights

The sky is a shade darker.

Love flowing out of the windows,

mixing with the misty air of the winter.

Chills running down your spine,

as you rejoice or whine
with a glass full of wine.

Oh, how wonderful would it be,

with a fire lit,

warmth exuding from the loved

and roads snow covered.

Vanilla and chocolate

Or berries in some cream swirled,

the scent of the freshly baked,

little bulbs of happiness 

lighting up your world.

Are those Dahlias in the pot?

A burst of colours indeed.

A callous sprinkle of smiles,

that may lead your heart to bleed.

Oh my winter nights are the best.

Dried roads with dry leaves,

bare trees : bare and beautiful.

Violins from a nearby cottage,

The aves migrating

lined up in the sky

reminding of my mother's lessons.

Burnt steaks in barbeque nights,

in your winter whites

and grandma's mittens,

pricier than any Louis Vuitton.

Pine trees on sale

and festive fineries.

Tulle skirts and

silver cutleries.

Only if childhood fairies would be my guest.

Winter nights are the best.