Winter Love

Bones creak with winter’s chill, sledge trails cover the sparkling snow, rushing like the wind in a barren landscape towards a bleak lonely village far below shimmering amongst the dark stately pines. A teak grey sky domes over petrified trees. Skiing hard, feeling an exhilarating allure, hypnotic and unfettered despite the gelidity as the cold breeze blows and moans into my face. From afar a church bell tolls the end of day, grey smoke twirls out of black chimneys. There, in a homely cottage, you await, a thick soup spreads its hot fragrances, and thick slices of hot French bread awaits my empty stomach. I hunger. Oh yes, I hunger for tasty soup and more. I speed up for nothing can stop me now savouring the thought of you waiting in a snug bed and dreaming of you and a pair of lips so cherry red.