Breaking fast on an early winter morning

 

Content is breakfast with you on an early winter morning

Shy sun peering through the clouds,

Pouring through the windows,

Between the shades, 

Between us

 

wrapped up In a throw, me

a warm cup of tea, 

And the person I love next to me.

 

A sunny side up, 

The yolk runs, down 

Your elbow

Dirty fingers

Dirtier cheeks

 

There is a slow song on play in the background, there is 

My humming,

Your whistling,

Melodies diverging,

Notes harmonising

 

Better still, if

There is a fireplace, with

Real wood, burning

A real fire

 

Crackling, 

Are the logs

Burning,

Melting,

Smoke rising,

But not disappearing

 

The fire dies out

An air of steady assurance fills the room,

persisting