Tuesday, November 17, 2015


Deluge drowns the hustle,
   forcing stillness;
low clouds form a blanket,
   drab but cozy;
water pours,
   washing away 
      every sound
         but its own.

Inside, a kettle whistles -
water's steeped with tea,
   sweetened with milk and honey,
      soul-warming, spirit-calming.

Layers enwrap like so many hugs:
   a favorite sweatshirt,
   a fuzzy throw,
   a sprawling knitting project,
      yarn and fabric filling my lap
         like a contented cat.

Today, I think, is a good day for introverting.

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