in this bleak mid-winter
Moments of quiet are—
just quiet
No epiphanies or flashes
of insight
Still, the Light has
come
and these cold days
are warmed
with bowls of oatmeal
and a stack of firewood
on my porch
the only sound the
creaking of the radiator
the only light the candles’ glow
the only warmth
the cup of coffee in my hands
Love fills my heart
to overflowing
and I’m content to ride this
silent wave of knowing
and wait for Spring
and warmth
and re-awakening