The winter night lingered, but now it has ended,
And with the night the morning sun has blended.
Though it hides its face with the mist as a mask
Forbidding us its warmth in which to bask.
Mist enshrouded as it is the day has begun
Under foreboding skies of a dimly lit sun.
By the fire, for warmth, we reside at home
With no intentions of the outside world to roam.
Aroma filled kitchen of bacon and eggs delight
As ravenous grumblings of my stomach the insight.
The coffee is brewed and clears the cobwebs of sleep
Which is a welcomed benefit I sorely need to reap.
And my wife by the stove preparing the food,
Completes the setting of the warm cottage mood.