| A SNOWY DAY |
I waken in the morning, the house is calm and still, the fire has turned to cinders, and the air feels damp and chill. The dog is close beside me curled tightly on my bed, waiting for me soon to rise and pet her curly head. Outside I see the snowflakes drift softly to the ground, and know I’m safe—protected, wrapped in blankets made of down. The trees are bare of leaves now, the ground is frozen deep, and I shall be content to stay indoors to stretch and sleep. Tamara Hillman ©2004 |