Dennis

Garden bulbs wait for promised spring,
still deep earth. I ring the bell.
You open the door, red braces
wide smile, peppered chin, you lead me in.
'Would you like a cup of tea?'
Yes please
'I only have soya milk'
That's fine
Your sitting-room is as it's always been;
Aladdin's Cave of books, russet and green.
Sofa cushions lean into our conversation.
You bring a tray, two sturdy mugs, rose-leafed
plate of chocolate digestives.
'Dig In' 

Shereen Abdallah ©