like we do at night,
glowing in each other's heat
In counterpoint, the stratus clouds
now showing faint above the fog
lie along each other in rolling cold,
pink-tinged, here and there,
but no warmer for it
My fingers sting in morning outdoor chores -
they can't get warm, lying along each other,
and must return to where the fire
is cooking breakfast,
and warming up the room.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 5, 2021
In counterpoint, the stratus clouds
now showing faint above the fog
lie along each other in rolling cold,
pink-tinged, here and there,
but no warmer for it
My fingers sting in morning outdoor chores -
they can't get warm, lying along each other,
and must return to where the fire
is cooking breakfast,
and warming up the room.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 5, 2021
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