So Strange To Want These Things

So strange to want these things A sweet cool breeze On a warm summer’s day Lying in bed so snug And wanting to stay So strange to want these things Laughter so heartily made Returning easily for its next escapade Walking with your dog On a bright crisp sunny morning So strange to want these things A glass of red wine to savour In the front of a blazing fire Just passing time with who you love Gently conversing on everything So strange to want these things. © Paul Warren Poetry