Pots And Kettles

Frozen winters 

Cake the land,

Fires lit for every hand,

To warm,

To defrost.

The chill breeze,

Doth lick the fires,

Boiling water,

With dry timber doth glow! 

Tea to warm the heart,

Comfort for the soul, 

Melting snow,

I will have you know,

Is the pot calling the 

Kettle black? 

Spouting inanities,

On a cold winter morning,

Cracked, frozen smiles,

Unable to free the giggles,

Trapped in the cold,

uncomfortable

Face mask

Chilled to the bone! 

Keep the home fires burning,

Cauldrons of warmth,

Melting snowy landscapes,

It's a different kettle of fish 

Altogether