Life mends

When we are sick ,how  we long for the mundane

To eat with our friends  once again;

To walk under trees,

See blossom and bees,

Or ice on the old window panes .

Remember those patterns of frost?

Are the glories of childhood   quite lost?

Boots crack frozen  puddles ;

Get warm  now with a cuddle.

The mundane is still here at no cost.

The smile of a familiar friend

The Xmas cards yearly sent

Waking  slowly in  bed;

Making love in the shed.

A slight change to the mundane  and life mends.

Move  furniture into new places

Sit  nearer your love  for embraces

Or where you can see those old trees

Which all eyes do please.

Above all,avoid winter stasis.