Tonight the wind
the pouring rain through trees
hiss and whistle of kettle
water poured for tea
the lashing winter willows
this coal, dark storm that blinds
and hides away your face
and any trace of moon.

i am warm
i am fortunate

someone came last evening
rang the door bell

the battery is going & it
whined

the doors were shut as were
the curtains

i hid
it was after the cut off
time

this time is mine

so today we have the solstice
we look back, we look forward

we think of all the work they have done
all they have achieved this year and am
proud of them

really

i feel my life is a dawdle
no fingers to the bone
no more

she asked where it all came from.

i do not know
i replied

yet i saw the trees brought inside as natural
and i wondered