Furnace insufficient against this type of cold Hot drinks bring no relief Layers of warm clothing make no dent Feels like parts of me close to fissure In danger of breaking off completely Lassitude beckons Sleep’s seductive call is hard to resist
Must shift my focus before it is too late What is that tiny glow over there Ah the smile on a child’s face Kindles an ember so long dormant Has almost been forgotten But this flame needs much more fuel If it is to grow into something meaningful
An older couple She using a walker He a cane for support They pause for a moment He rests his free hand on top of one of hers Looking into each other’s eyes Content to be together To have this moment
