Shafts of golden beam

Carry dust and dreams

Through panes stained

From winds and rain

Warming on a cold winter’s day

Secured from dhill, inside I will stay

A cup of tea in one hand

Envisioning holiday in a warmer land

Comfort in a good book I will read

In these I find all the solace I need

Nothings better on a cold winter day

Than a good book, hot tea and…

                       A mind allowed to stray

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~