Imagination's winter

When snow falls, people at a distance

Collect thoughts

Romanticise

Energise into

Happy-go-lucky talk of

Snowpersons

With parsnip noses

Christmas carols 

Beneath fir trees gone are

Heard as

Red and gold

Cascading borbles

Polished with

Recollection to gleam

The steam that wafts

From hot cups of things

Like glühwein or

Cocoa is become

A saintly message

To taste, rich and hearty

As eastern soup

See, eyes lulled

Before the fire

The saga of a grey cat

Outstretched

Purred and curled

Hopes for a tummy rub

Revisited

Upon windowsill a candle

Smokes and dances

As dark landscapes re-dress

Pure, unblemished while 

Advent calendar doors

Are the cuter

For snow recalled

Reminiscence never did

Don an anorak.

There's nought that's cold from afar

Where winter is warmed.

Andrew Eagle is an English instructor and an occasional contributor to Star Literature Page.