A memory

Holding, close the flannelette warmth
Smell of scrambled eggs and butter
Grandpa lay in bed with tea
Always with the paper

Icy outside, crisp grass cracked
Silence in the streets
Warmth sneaking, sun peeking behind the hills
Frost was my friend

Hiding in the hedge, scent of viburnum
Nature is my home
Starlings trilling in the white birch
Frolicking, my friends