A Cold Still Morning

A Dragon To Feed


   No early spring sun or bright blue skies here this morning, a cold still late winter's day greets us with huge wide grey sky and not a breath of fen breeze, dove call sounds out from the silence and just the odd passing morning traffic rumbles by the cottage as I sit warming hands on my tea mug.
   My little dragon will today warm my feet while I sit at my torch, his fat belly will bulge with orange flame and his warm grey breath will climb up through the still air as if to warm the clouds, the kettle will ride his iron shoulders while ever crackle and spit will sound out through the barn.
   A day of colour ahead of me with bright dots and discs to form, happy beads to brighten the mood and remind us that summer is closer than we think, blues, greens, reds and yellow will enter the flame, this bead hermit will once again ride that funfair of crazy warm colours while the world outside his barn slowly works through this last cold season, his own little world where every day can be fun, every hour can be a magic show where tricks of fire deserve great applause and tiny eyes watch from dark corners.

   Bright candy pink was formed yesterday with simple case to allow all to see, a magical colour with cords of light running through ever bead, not the shade this hermit would normally expect to make him smile but smile he did.