winter sounds;
dripping faucet
rhythmic, assuring
that water is flowing
and not frozen in place
the crackling of the fire
wood stacked and ready
the stove a faithful friend
I had worried about winter
first one on my own
but I am living it now
each day
full appreciation
for the slow and sweet
sanctuary of solitude
yet and still mourning
for the loss of an ideal
a love, a companionship
ah the self-doubt is at the door
but I am warm inside
life is
what it is
nurturing
the innermost of me
the simple task
of staying warm
stoking the fire
being quiet
reflective
these cold winter nights
Friday, December 16, 2016
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