I lay back in the chair
The sun throws warmth onto the white landscape
Drips of snowfall from the roof
I close my eyes and take in the warmth from the sun
The electric heater whirls noisily in the background
My favourite blanket covers my legs
As I drink down the warm soup
It radiates from me – inside out.
Winter is here once again
My favourite time of the year
The starlings fight for their piece of coconut
The gold finches stick to the bird seed
Amulet, our precious cat, watches from inside.
She’s eager to get out there and do what cats do
The squirrels frighten away the wood pigeons
They want their share of the nuts
I watch the winter scene
written by Diane Corriette January 2013
There was a competition and this was my entry but as I never heard back I am assuming it didn’t get anywhere! So, I thought why not share it on the blog.
I have this fantasy about being a well paid writer who just sits and observes stuff before writing it down. I think that is where this poem is coming from although I don’t mention the writer part. I am sat, with my cat, looking out into the world and waiting for inspiration to strike. I realise that inspiration is right there in front of me and I create the poem about the scene around me. That is the great thing about writing poetry and flash fiction – you can be inspired by the simplest of things.