Little fire crackles
The scent of warmth around
Family gathered and laughing
Jollity does abound

Little wind whistles
The rumbling of the sky
Rain against the windows
Clouds hung up high

Little fog rolls
The vision of mountains blur
Chilly breeze sweeping through
Skies I would prefer

Little pencil sketches
The lines of drawings shape
Memories forming all the day
Comforting escape