Winter Light

I wake to the first
Glimmer of
Winter light,
Crowding through
My window.
It is still dark
Except for the
Eastern horizon.
Snow still covers
The streets
And walkways,
Silently I rise
And prepare,
Warm up the car,
Quietly leave
My room
And drive to my
Favorite cafe for
Hot tea with
Lemon and
A biscuit and
Well done sausage
Link.
A routine of
Solitude,
Linked only to
Myself.
I would much
Rather share
A bowl
Of fruit.