Sunday, 19 January 2014

Mille-feuille of deliciousness delicately unfolding

Sometimes when I begin I have a  sense of who might be coming, sometimes, as this time, I have no inkling...

 I just begin with a hat of softest white, perhaps of snow?

Ohhhh adorned with pink hearts?

To follow into a long long ever growing beard full of love

And on to the pocket and then the toes

Perhaps a love letter bearing gnome?

but no...

His face shows more delicacy than I would have known, 

you never really know until you see their faces. 

He seems elfin and oh so kind

A baby strawberry in his care, with the tiniest perfect self made nose 

Suddenly it is clear he is a baker of delicious treats which he carries on a tray while the baby rides in a stripy back pocket

while in our land all that beard might cause concern to food hygienists, where he lives it is an inviting perch, a resting nest of love for birds who come to share his wares, 

that must be how the hearts grew there, both signal and evidence of his gentle generosity 


  1. Dear Sylwyn, a story to make a holiday out of any day, as every day really is...and the hat, it takes my breathe away! thank you so much

    1. oh I just saw this, thank you Lucinda your eyes and heart are a blessing to me