A Cold New Year

The clock is ticking, bells are ringing,
Notifications buzzing, cheers are singing.
Yet the cold remains, it's numb,
Snowing with laughter, but the heart stays calm.

The peaceful warmth of coffee snug,
Doesn't seek large gatherings, just a mellow hug.
Beside the fireplace on a cozy night,
Cuddling with a quilt, telling tales so bright.

A new year's here, won't shout and cheer,
Feels shallow, repeating every year.
Time plays its games, the same old rhyme,
May you find peace in every chime.

The burning Cherrywood smells so fine,
With ink's fragrance, a sparkly sign.
Creeping wishes like a typewriter's sound,
In the quietude, joy is found.

So here's to days with stories told,
In the warmth of love, not just the cold.
May your year be filled with rhyme,
A harmonious tune, a joyful time.
A.V