I can feel that winter, Kate, way over here on the other side of the bed ... the world! ha!
A week of grey rainy weather in Hubei province, so, ah knows where you're coming from girl in this poem. Jack Frost will soon be calling!

Breakfast on the farm... brings back wonderful memories of home.

Love the imagery in this, especially in the first stanza.

Cryssa

I can almost hear the house creak as it warms, see the steam rising from fresh dung and taste the fried eggs just a little crispy around the edges. Well done Kate.
Janna

Kate,
I love the way you wrote this poem. It reminds me of those chilly mornings (as a child) that you just didn't want to get out of your warm bed. I always had my slippers right on the floor so I could just slip my feet inside them. The smell of morning bacon and eggs in the distance came to life with your last line...Thank you my sweet friend, enjoy the darkness with your special person and forget about how cold it really is...love peace and light,
Amber

Now it all becomes clear why I never became a farmer.
very well written and ectremely enjoyable to read,
Thank you,
Regards Steve

To me this is a beautiful write, it could very easily be a Vermont morning....Morgan

Kate, Descriptive and you feel you are there.
Excellent write!

Always,
Deborah

we had snow last night!! Love the write!

I 'FEEL' THE SEEPING WARMTH OF THAT KITCHEN THAT IS SO APPRECIATED, AFTER THAT TRECK TO THE BARN...AND I 'SMELL'...THOSE SLOW SIZZLING EGGS. INDEED, THAT'S HOW GOOD THIS SHARING IS, KATE. THIS 'PAINTING' IS JUST MARVELOUS! THANK YOU. LOVE, BLESSINGS & FAITH...
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

winter is for me the invasion of my environ by an unwanted illegal alien -- no "wellies" nor breath painted in frigid air like a skywriter -- the farm breakfast I can easily relate to and would surely savor thanks to the memories of my grandmother's kitchen as a wee lad -- days that no sparse light always hiding beneath the accumulation of dark gray skies, no thank you -- I' prefer white sands, palms and seventy-five Fahrenheit -- Kate, your poem is too realistic for this warm weather lad -- you described the scene and human mood with luscious verbiage my dear friend -- I bid you joy, love and peace Jon Michael

last stanza is the kicker, kate! brings back sooo many memories the frigid lands i haunted long ago.
always enjoy your creative wonders,
carolyn

Succinct thinking Kate. Your mind paints exculpated poetic vignette's (in this) that linger as a sweet fragrance. I love morning eggs, especially on tortillas with cheese and onions and smothered in Pico Pica real Mexican style sauce. Alas ... anymore, though, breakfasts are oatmeal and berry oriented to keep the pipes at optimum flow. (-: Peace and continued inspiration ... richard

poetry at its best,Kate! Awesome writing!

Why did you send your clocks back?
Blimey, it's wet and freezing here, had the heat on for a few weeks.

I can smell the farm and feel the warmth of the breaky. i know your area but didn't realise you're out in the Karroty Kountryside Kate? I can hear your posh voice telling them BREAKFAST NOW! OR WILLOW GETS IT!

There are some fun things to do in the dark but milking cows does not make the list. Spent a lot of time as a kid on the farm during summers but not much in winter but you never forget the musk of cows or the piercing taste of the silo through the nostrils. Patrick

Vivid reminders of days on the farm. The cool weather has its virtue. The hot, hard days of harvest are over for another season.

Ron

Splendid sunrise!
Colors and sounds vibrate and mingle in a gloriously raucus and expressive rendering ~ and at the end, those wonderful smells :)
Blessings,
Christine

your sense of humor supersedes your unfortunate state of chill in your abode ... the sing-song quality of this poem is harnessed into a well-developed and enjoyable read ... the prolonged darkness sucks, doesn't it?

Driving in snow on Sunday night, scraping frost this morning and adding extra clothes...that is what I have been doing in Nova Scotia and spending loads of time on my Uncles farm as a child I can so relate easily to this one as well.
fee

This is great Kate, I smile as you painted comical scenes and I can so relate..living in Minnesota burrrrrr~
:) Christine

Give me that 'lazy spit and crackle of breakfast
eggs' any morning but i'm not sure
i could handle the rest again, those 'icy
wellies' and 'clenched teeth' - no thanks,
can't hack it.
As always, Great Kate, fine work.

John

a bit sumptuous