It’s A Cold Comfort

Photo by Darryl Willis | All Rights Reserved

I must confess, I do not like the cold.
Now that I am growing old, I like it
even less.

And yet, I am grateful for the chill that creeps
in through my window sill and invades
my home.

It gives excuse to sit and think — to wrap
my bones in a throw; to drink my coffee
steaming hot —

You did not consult with me on how
to order sacred space (I’ve made a mess
of my own place).

So, on this day of sitting still, I thank
you for the cold — reminding me the world
is yours to mold.

I am content to find my place: to rest
myself in the comfort of that grace.

© Darryl Willis 2020