Winter’s coming.
and with the blanket of quiet,
a refocusing into fireplaces and books,
warm food and friends.
Time for small things easily remembered.
Time for self and candle-lit soaks
and crunching footsteps
in virgin white landscapes.
Winter’s coming.
Snow geese ring the air with sound..
They’ve remained to give voice
until spring returns the smaller,
noisier flocks.
Winter’s coming,
and I welcome the inward space
to dream myself into the deeper dream
that is my life.
Jyoti
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