Winter Morning Treats
The sky, a rosy tablecloth,
Blue and pink and downy-soft,
Spread heaven-wide for chilled treats
Candied crisp in glinting frost.
The mist, a frothy whipped cream
Dolloped over field and hill,
Floats atop the powdered rolls
and thickens in the morning chill.
The clouds, golden pastry puffs
Buttered by the glowing east.
The moon, a shiny silver dish,
ready for the winter feast.
Blue and pink and downy-soft,
Spread heaven-wide for chilled treats
Candied crisp in glinting frost.
The mist, a frothy whipped cream
Dolloped over field and hill,
Floats atop the powdered rolls
and thickens in the morning chill.
The clouds, golden pastry puffs
Buttered by the glowing east.
The moon, a shiny silver dish,
ready for the winter feast.
This poem is copyright (©) Natalie Finch 2026
About the Writer
Natalie Finch
Natalie, self-proclaimed connoisseur of light and clouds, likes to write early in the morning. While the sun reveals the world, she tries to reveal the world too—not in light, but in words and lines and verses.
