Lonely

Days are growing shorter
the wind plays drumbeats on the walls;
outside, snow drifts past my window
in wild and restless swirls,
inside, 
I wrap a blanket ‘round my shoulders
and try to warm my world,

I sip a steaming drink
to warm me from within,
both hands clasped around the cup
to feel the heat;
the cat 
is curled up on the love seat
the dogs are sleeping on my feet

Thoughts of you 
warm mind and heart
against a chill that will not leave
as days of cold stretch on
but the calendar 
has the month named wrong —
without you 
it’s just called 
Lonely




december 2010 


   



Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ December 26, 2010 ~ Christine



  



Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ December 28, 2010 ~ Christine