I lit a fire this morning,
up before dawn,
before the sun slowly glowed
through the fog
Hot water rippled from the kettle
for my tea, the cabin
filled with warmth by then,
daylight peaking in
Later, for awhile,
the sun warmed everything it touched,
but evening finds us hoarding warmth,
holding close to heat sources,
seeking to absorb enough
to ease us through the night.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 1, 2019
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