a sprinkle of purplish
berries rests on a
white crust of snow
outside your gleaming
front room window,
inside the heart of
this big house
the heater heats
and the tv speaks
assorted babel to
our warm and
hopeful ears,
and yet, I can’t wait
to traipse up these
several stairs where
we’ll tuck and be
tucked in, and
under, the softest
thickest quilt Grand/
ma ever built
to doze deep snooze
long burrow easy
like shining cozy
berries reflecting
winter light.
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