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
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