Snow evening
Snow evening
It has been a long winter. I have felt safe and cozy at home and still haunted by anxiety. Of course life goes on and thoughts go all over the place.
Weather the weather,
sit in the quiet
while the snow does its thing.
Silence permeates
dusk settling,
birds turn to nest,
while smoke rises
above roofs
and crooked spouts.
I close the curtains
protect the warmth.|
The boiler chuckles
wakes up to evening.
The book hopes I’ll return
and Luna stretches,
I envy her yoga pose.
When will it turn?
How will we cope?
Why am I here?
Can we survive?
What will remain?
What shall I cook
for dinner tonight?
Leslie Jones January 2024
