Dec 28, 2022
1 min read
Quiet Moments Are Priceless
A glimpse of self-love
When the grass is covered
with a fine blanket of frost
and the trees stand still
while the air curls over rooftops
I am suspended
inside its magic
the coldness
taps at the windows,
and inside,
there is warmth
in the shape of a blue mug
one plate
one cat
at a table
and my words
calling me deeper
into self-love.
