Cold and Dark
January;
gloved and hatted
walk.
Frosted breath,
then, finally
the warmth.
Then cold
that condences
on glass,
rivulets running.
The dark:
getting darker, and
crowned
by white.
The cold;
to the touch,
to the senses.
How I enjoy
a pint of Guinness
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Yes this captured the month just right. Cheers.
loved it!
Thank you. An inspired morning after an inspired evening in tge Irish pub down the road.
Inspiration at the bottom of a glass is always worthy. 🙂
And should be tried more often…
I’ll drink to that. 🙂
It’s Wednesday; I’ll be back there this evening. I’ll have one for you Jane.
A very large one – yes please. Cheers to you too. 🙂