Dawn.
The shortest day is here at last - and heralds the turning of the wheel.
No trumpets; just frost. And chill.
Droplets of condensation running down the panes of glass to rest upon the sill.

Dusk.
Stoke up the Clearview – prepare some roots for a nourishing meal.
Hot water bottle, warm duvet. And the thrill
of watching the winter sun set beyond the horizon as the night becomes still.

Dreams.
Of new beginnings and the possibility of double glazed windows.