Raunacht Collection: Day 08

Winter doldrums are days of a permanent grey. The sun remains unseen, and light barely breaks through the dirty curtains.

Hark! Sarnies to the rescue and a cuppa.
Coffee. Black. Strong. Fragrant.
You may have tea.
Small blessings are the strongest anchors of joy.
Each creating a colourful dot on my fairy light string.

Cold drops play a splattering song,
on the wet street and the hood of my coat.
I shuffle along to the 12 bar blues, somewhere water is leaking into my boots,
and the world around me is in brown and grey hues.

Winter doldrums are a never ending grey.
Where the day blends into the night and the nights won’t become day.
So I bring out the candles, light fire, fairy lights, books, chocolate and journals are all my favourite things.

I meander between stories and rhyme, as I wrap my blanket tightly.
Warm beeswax candles shine.

Shush now dear reader, just pause and listen.
Because in the right light even dull dirty grey rain drops with glisten.