Six below
and the house
is too quiet.
Which is to say
it is cold
outside and.
Whatever planet
it is that rises tonight
in the southeastern sky
finds me
smoothing myself
into bed.
It lets itself in
through the window
as if to ask,
Do you really
believe you’re
alone?
*with the title based on a line from Mary Oliver
I love this, Rosemerry.
Still, always.
Thank you–love this!