29 Return: Warmth in Winter

I return to the place of safety

The place where soft clouds cushion

Where the snow dots in little pillows

And when it showers, large drifts rise up to form tunnels of the imagination!

Where it is no longer cold

and ominous

dark and devoid

But light and bright,

Clear and cold

We are bundled up for warmth.

There was a time when snow meant

the end of easy food, dark times for

Months – curling up and being

Still

Saving

Energy

Keeping the fire going, low…

Encoded in us, we dance the same

Dance and Know it doesn’t

have to be this way.

There is warmth in the wan sun.

By February, when the

Winds bring us 20, 30

Below

We find a way to live our dream,

Be it indoors.