I stretch, gosh, it’s so cold
I wish they’d close the window
Peering out, that now familiar orange glow
The tiles in the entryway radiate chill
Click. Soon she’ll be marching up that hill.
The fountain of life gurgles happily
In the kitchen
I slurp that sweet nectar of the–ow! It’s hot!
But I hold it close, it’s warmth spreads, hitting the spot
And for this moment I sit still.
31 January 2017