The Little Shop

It was undistinguished, commonplace,

A little shop, just one in a row,

But on a winter’s day to walk inside

To feel the warmth, bask in the glow

Of an atmosphere filled with the scent

Of coffee beans and almond nuts,

See tablecloths in red and white,

Hear the tinkling tone of teaspoon on cup,

Was to escape the weather’s hellish grasp,

The biting cold, the blustery wind,

The drizzling rain, the swirling snow,

And find a piece of heaven within. 

  

  

 

 From Entertaining Verse Poems        

 ©Blair Gowrie (Roderick Macdonald)

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