the first frost of winter has arrived
some plants are no longer alive
we hibernate
to rejuvenate
and
when someone asks us to go outside
we don’t take the bait
it’s warm in here
it’s cozy, dear
and outside
it’s as dark as the night
and cold
almost all of the time
i sit in here
so happily
with the fire
crackling
and make myself at home
i have no desire to roam
i feel alive
i feel alright
i feel safe and sound
most every night
some people say
to walk your cares away
but i’d rather stay here
and crochet
