Cinquains on Winter

 

Hot Chocolate

Dark, inviting…

Bubbling, steaming, gliding

Gently, deliciously, sinfully -

Indulgence!

 

Woollens

Cosy, snug

Comforting, shielding, adorning

Beautifully, warmly, tenderly –

The perfect cocoon!

 

Fog

Hazy, misty

Blurring, descending, spreading

Insidiously, furtively –

The fleeting blanket!

 

Migratory birds

Exotic, vibrant

Fluttering, flocking, exploring

Noisily, fearlessly –

The winged wanderers!

 

Santa Claus

Endearing, enduring…

Picking, packing, gifting

Thoughtfully, secretly

Happiness unboxed!

 

Carols

Soulful, rhythmic,

Celebrating, unifying, harmonising

Melodiously, delightfully –

The heartening hymns…

 

Little Donkey

Kind, dutiful

Bearing, travelling, helping

Humbly, faithfully

The small creature that carries the Great…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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