Seasonal fayre.....

A carpet of gold lies under my feet
A crisp seasons blanket to hide the concrete
All wrapped up in layers 'gainst blustering breezes
To hold in the heat and keep away sneezes
Red noses and ears amd stiff frozen fingers
Hats pulled down tight but the winter chill lingers
And hurrying home to a warm roaring fire
where sipping hot tea we can finally retire....