The Perfect Gift

This morning snuggled in my bed,
wrapped up warm in a cosy duvet
Hesitant to greet a morning full of frost and cold
I read about “Miss Violet”
and I was back there again
Beside the fire across from you
With tomatoes bananas fruits and cheese
And the inevitable brown bread
The delightful taste of the last mouthful of wine
Warmed slowly between my hands
your head bent over the book
reading
of trees and toads and mockingbirds
of being and being aware
drawing images with the words
and the moment was perfect
I was afraid to move my leg
being burned by the fire
afraid to breathe
afraid of breaking the spell
what a perfectly beautiful gift