By Tony DeLorger © 2012
Outside the gloom of winter's hold,
encroaching clouds and stories told,
of darkness filled with shadows cold,
withdrawn from firelight.
Within my walls of stone and glass,
I rest secure my fears all masked,
while evil may lurk outside my light,
I within shall sleep tonight.
While fairies dance on embers glow,
and droplets trail down windows cold,
and crackle logs all dry and old,
do liven empty space.
Squeaky leather and woven throws,
atop my tired and weary bones,
while flicker shadows chase the light,
across the scratchy walls in fright.
My mind adrift in fancy flight,
cares not for dark or callous night,
all warm and snug in joy, delight,
the tranquility I feel.
In quiet repose I love this state,
this isolated silent stake,
in life I grasp for peace of mind,
and relish simple thoughts in kind.
In winter's growl I find it makes,
a thankful mind for all it takes,
to see the beauty in our mistakes,
our judgements far from light.
For every cold deserves a warm
and every wrong a thought reborn,
and life a vast and joyous path,
if only seen before the aftermath.
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