Somewhere Between

honeymoon
and anniversary,
my husband and I perfect
hibernation.

Stuffed with beef stew,
we huddle by the fire,
wrapped and curled,
building barriers against
tonight’s snowfall.

Our shoes
lined by the doorway,
dipped in a few inches
of chill.

We no longer pay much concern
to anything outside
the walls of home,
lying in sweats and tees,

aligning body
to sofa,
hand to wineglass,
and sinking into

cat curled,
crock-pot soaking,
simplicity soothing.



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